Voyeurism Sexy Surprises: Sexy Surprises, #10

By Giselle Renarde

Indulge your voyeuristic desires with "Voyeurism Sexy Surprises," a steamy collection of six erotic stories that will leave you breathless.

 

From sights seen through bedroom windows to provocative moments at the office, these daring tales explore the thrilling world of voyeurism, where the line between watching and participating is blurred. Watch as these characters surrender to their desires, exposing their most intimate moments for the eyes of a stranger.

 

With each story, you'll be drawn deeper into the tantalizing world of voyeurism, where every touch, every gasp, every moan is magnified by the thrill of being watched. Whether you're a seasoned voyeur or just curious about exploring this titillating kink, "Voyeurism Sexy Surprises" is the perfect book for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Giselle Renarde
• Release date: May 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223662112

Giselle Renarde

Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women's Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

Book preview

Voyeurism

Sexy Surprises

6 Erotic Stories

Giselle Renarde

As Seen Through Windows

Every morning when I wake up, I open the curtains over my bed... and then I let out a big sigh and fall back into my pillows.  That’s my morning routine.  Doesn’t matter what the weather’s like.  Could be raining, sunny, sleeting, snowing.  I sigh every morning because I don’t want to get up.

There are a lot of days when I call in sick even though I’m not physically ill.  I don’t do anything fun on those days off.  I just stay in bed, under a few cosy layers of blankets. 

Sometimes I sit up and watch the day go by.  I live in a condo complex, and when I look out my bedroom window, I see a lot of other bedroom windows.  Living room windows, too, but the bedrooms are more interesting.

There’s a courtyard between my building and the next, so if I look straight down I see the tops of a few young trees.  I wonder if I’ll live here long enough to see them grow all the way up to my floor and obscure my view of the building across the way. 

On the one hand, it would be nice to look outside and see leaves, hear birds, all that.  On the other hand, I’d never see Dirk and Shola ever again.

Dirk and Shola probably aren’t their real names.  Dirk just seems appropriate for the big black man over there because he looks like he’s got a good sense of humour, and Dirk is a funny name.  I call the woman Shola because her long waves of auburn hair remind me of a woman I used to work with whose name was also Shola.  I have no idea what their real names are.  Those are just the ones I bestowed upon them one day while I watched them fuck.

And now I’ve revealed way too much about myself. 

Yes, I’m the kind of girl who enjoys spying.  It’s not like I’ll go out of my way to do it, but if I happen to glance out the window and the shadows across our buildings fall so there’s no glare, and if I happen to spot through those glare-less windows a couple going at it?  Well, I’m not going to look away. 

But, really, who would?

I don’t think Dirk and Shola live together.  From what I’ve observed, the condo is hers and he only comes for the odd visit, always during the day.  Shola never closes the blinds (in fact, I don’t think she has any blinds) so I often watch her in the evenings. 

At night, when our condo units are all illuminated from within, it’s much easier to see what people are up to.  I sit in the dark sometimes, just watching her.  It’s not that she’s doing anything particularly interesting, but it sort of feels like having company. 

Like having a friend. 

In a sense, I spend my evenings with Shola.  I very rarely go out, and neither does she.  If I had to guess, I’d say she works from home, something involving her computer.  She doesn’t get out of bed until mid-morning, or later, but once she’s up, she’s on that laptop morning, noon, and night. 

She gets her bowl of cereal, sits on the couch, and balances her laptop on her knees while she eats.  I’ve even seen her take that thing into the bathroom.  She must be a really hard worker.  Although, I suspect she spends some time on YouTube, because I often see her laughing the way I do when I’m watching crazy cat clips.

I also think she spends a bit of time on porn sites, because... well, first of all, she never really gets dressed.  Shola usually wears something slinky around the house, like a silk negligee, or even something more adventurous like a corset.  Maybe it helps her concentrate to be so bound up.  She has one corset-type outfit that’s a lovely shade of purple, with lace up the front and matching panties.  Usually, she’ll wear stockings too, since the corset has garters hanging off the bottom.  It never takes her long to get dressed, but she always ends up looking very well put together.

The reason I think she sometimes watches porn is that I’ll often see her set down her laptop on the coffee table.  She’ll stand up and slide off her panties, then sit back down and straddle the computer, just open her legs to it. 

The first few times I saw her do that, I wished I had a better view. 

That’s why I bought myself a good pair of binoculars.

She starts slow, rubbing her naked mound in smooth, sweeping circles.  If I’m in the right mood, I’ll even join in.  Shola is a beautiful woman, and watching her touch herself always sparks a forgotten arousal in me. 

I watch her work her clit with her fingertips, round and round.  Her pussy is so wet it glistens.  Mine isn’t quite there, but I work at it, holding the binoculars with one hand, flicking my clit with the other. 

I don’t get off—I haven’t had an orgasm since I was in my twenties—but that’s not really the point.  I love watching Shola dance her fingers around her pussy, slapping her clit every so often and gasping in response. 

She has a drawer full of toys.  Sometimes she’ll turn on one of her vibrators,