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Seeing Is Relieving
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
the Smut Group of Hayward,California
SEEING IS RELIEVING
I have a fetish, To give it to you pointblank, I get off by peeking underneath
women's dresses. For instance, I look for those unguarded moments, per-
haps when a woman is bending over to get into a car, or when I am behind her
on an escalator or a flight of stairs. This fetish of mine began in my
childhood. I was nine years old when one day I was Iying on a cot in our
garage, watching my mother refinish a piece of furniture. She had on a knee-
lenth dress, and she was squatting down alongside her work, facing me.I
could see all the way up her dress, to her white panties, and the sight greatly
aroused me. After that, I took advantage of every opportunity to sneak a
peek between Mom's legs when she wasn't looking.
The best time to see what Mom had was when she sat on the couch,
watching television. She'd sit with her feet on the floor and her legs parted
slightly, and I'd lie on the floor in front of the couch. If I turned at iust the right
angle, I could.easily see her panties.On one occaslon, Mom's panties were
wedged between her cunt lips, and I could clearly see the outline of her slit
and the curly pubic hairs which surrounded it. On that night, I played with
myself under the sheets, and although I didn't ejaculate, I did experience
great pleasure and complete gratification from the act.
As the years went by and I grew to be a man, my sexual Iife developed in
a normal, healthy fashion. However, I never lost my strong desire for sly
glimpses of women's privates, preferably when they're wearing sexy un-
derthings. I don't peek in windows, or anything like that, although I admit
there have been times when I was tempted; and I don't follow little girls
around, either. The accidental sight of a little girl squatting in the street to
urinate did give my cock a throb one day, but I'm no pervert and I don't go
after such things. I just keep my eyes oper, for opportunities everywhere I go.
I am a single man of thirty-two and enjoy my fair share of female sexual
companionship. I save the memories of pussies and tits that I've seen to carry
me through those times when I'm in between women, or in need enough to
prompt me to masturbate. Then I remember certair incidents and, with my
mind, touch those unsuspecting women while I jerk off.
My favorite memory is of a night when I was coming home late from
work. I missed the last bus and decided to walk across town, cutting through
the park as a shortcut. In the park,I came across a young couple who were
humpiny each other against a tree.The boy had one hand up the girl's
skirt, probably finger-fucking her, and his other hand was down her blouse,
grabbing a handful of tit. She was squirming and moaning, with her hand
stuck into the open fly of his pants Her hand moved rapidly up and down, and
he begged her to let him fuck her. I was scared to keep watching,
afraid that if they spotted me they'd think I was some kind of weirdo and
call the cops. But I couldn't walk away,either. I had an erection and, althought
I wouldn't take it out, I stroked myself throught my pants.
The girl started making funny sounds in her throat, and the boy pressed
even harder to convince her to fuck him. She pushed at his head, and he
slid down her body to his knees in front of her. She lifted her skirt; he pulled
down her pantles and started eating her. The girl literally jumped for joy,
tugging at the boy's hair and yelling,"Eat me, eat me," into the night. While
she creamed all over hls face, the boy took out his cock and beat off into his
hand.
I resisted the temptation to allow my Self to come In the park. Instead. I hur-
ried home to do so. I wasn't in the building more than a few seconds be
fore I pulled out my cock and ejaculated right in the foyer of my apartment.
Wlth come dripping off my hand. still masturbating, I moved to the couch.
where I'd be more comfortable, and pulled myself off twice more The ex-
citement that was generated by seening that young couple has never left me,
and I can always count on the memory of them to get me off.
12/19/92
by New Stories from
Hayward,california
PECK OF PEPPERS
I've met some whacky women in my time. but the lady I'm writing about
takes the cake. In all my 42 years. I ain't never met no one like her.
The wife and I were driving back from upstate where we'd been to visit her
sister. My sister-in-law poured a pot of black coffee into me before we left.
con't
Qales-03 (coming very soon) only at FANTASIES BBS
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
COPYRIGHT 1992 New Stores from Hayward,California
note: name change there is no qales-01 it is tales001
L.A.'s Greatest Exhibitionist
THIS WAS DONE BECAUSE NOT MANY STORIES START WITH "Q"
MAKES IT EASLY INDEXED.ALSO,NO DUP TITLES TO WIPE OUT ARE
STORIES.
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