Voyeurism Stories

I am a young Hindu woman. I was asked to write this story by my mother and elder brother, because I am the main reason for this real-life story. I had written a few chapters, when some complications in my first pregnancy forced me to take rest. The story is based on the real-life clips secretly recorded by my elder brother, which he first shared with our mother, and later with all the siblings. If I don't complete all the planned chapters, my younger sister, Pooja, would be persuaded- Arti

A Simon Story
Meet Simon, who has a problem only the women of the neighborhood can help him with.

A Christmas Story
After a terrible car crash, pretty eighteen-year-old Sherry is a helpless quadruple amputee. Can she ever be happy again? With help from an Elf and a bit of Christmas magic, who knows? - - - Includes a few paragraphs of mild pee/scat.

In a Hole in an Arse there lived a Fockit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet Hole, filled with the ends of turds and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy Hole with nothing about it worth eating or slobbering at: it was a Fockit Hole, and that means comfort.

The divorce was final. I had full custody of our daughter, Laney. She had just turned fourteen. This is my memory of our first night together at my place. She wanted to take a bath. She wanted me to be in the bathroom next to the tub. She wanted me to wash her. I did.