The Voyeur (15,000 Words) is a delicious little tale about a small-town girl who moves to the big city to escape her abusive and domineering father, who beat her for any real or perceived thought about anything related to men or sex. Constance takes a job far away from home in Saint Louis, where she works at an ad agency surrounded by people who live on the edge between fantasy and reality.

There she meets her new best friend, Sue, who takes the naive girl under her wing and tries to iron out some of the kinks instilled by her father and his paddle. Constance rapidly blooms and finds that she’s not only attracted to men but also girls. Then things heat up as she starts letting the guy across the courtyard watch her dress and help with her wardrobe selection.

This story is primarily girl-on-girl, with some voyeuristic scenes thrown in and written in the no-holes barred style of Larry Archer, with graphic descriptions of the action to fill your imagination.

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I’m Larry Archer, a simple writer of smut stories in both print and electronic format. Foxy and I are swingers in real life, and I write about the things we do and see. While the Lifestyle is not for everyone, it’s been fun for us. My smut is explicit and hardcore but with a somewhat plot. My porn stories are generally positive and fun as this reflects how enjoyable swinging has been to us. If you’re interested in checking out my stories, I publish at all the typical outlets.

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X-Rated Excerpt from The Voyeur

Constance was wearing a man’s dress shirt, as it was comfortable and easy to take off when she was getting dressed. She looked down towards her breasts and realized that she hadn’t buttoned the shirt at all. While her breasts were not exposed, the strip of her chest could be seen along with the inside curves of her breasts.

Constance stopped brushing and took her fingers to slowly pull one side of the shirt open and expose her left breast. When her nipple popped into view, she took a long slow breath and watched her areola start to wrinkle up as the cool air hit it. Her actions would have brought her an instant beating before but now the only thing that happened was the sound of her panting breath and the feeling of warmth between her legs.

She lay the hairbrush down and took her right hand to cup her breast and heft its weight. The feeling of her hand brushing her sensitive breast made her vagina throb. Constance closed her eyes and explored her breast with her hand. She rubbed her palm across her hard nipple and then lightly pinched her nipple between her finger and thumb. A shudder ran through her body as she pinched harder and harder.

She could feel the room starting to spin as the pain spread across her breast but was it really pain as the sensations from between her thighs was becoming an irresistible urge. Sue always kidded her that being a slut was fun and Constance knew that she must be a slut also as nice girls didn’t pull and pinch their nipples like she was doing.

She felt dirty and nasty but was unable to stop working her nipples as the feelings were starting to consume her. Finally, afraid that she may fall off the chair from the dizziness she was feeling, she slowly stood up while holding the chair back for support. As she stood, she looked at herself in the mirror and was shocked by what she saw.

The girl looking back at her was a stranger with half closed eyes and a flushed face. The obvious lust in the girl’s eyes was undeniable but she couldn’t tear herself away from looking. “Could this really be me?” she asked herself as she was seeing a side she had never seen before.

Looking down at the girl in the mirror, Constance saw that she was continuing to pinch and twist her hard nipple. Somehow her shirt had slipped off the other breast and both were clearly visible. Sue had told her that she had really pretty “tits” as Sue called them but would it be okay for Constance to have “tits” instead of breasts? As she looked at herself in the mirror, she brought up her other hand to fondle her other tit.

The sensations were now coming in waves as she played with herself, remembering her father saying that self-abuse was the work of the devil and she should be punished for it. But Constance couldn’t stop and the harder she pinched her nipples, the stronger the feelings became. The heat from her vagina was starting to consume her as she continued to watch herself in the mirror while doing unspeakable things to herself.

“My father would kill me for this,” she thought but continued to work her tits and see how aroused they were. Constance tried not to look but her vagina was calling to her and when she looked down between the open sides of her long shirt, she could see her lips. The lips of her vagina were swollen and flushed. Her lips were partially open, they were so engorged and Constance could see the dampness inside.

“Vagina,” no that wasn’t what it was. “Vagina” is a nice word for nice girls but Constance knew that she had never been a “nice” girl, it was only an act. Her vagina was actually her “cunt” as Sue called it. Constance said the word, “CUNT” to herself and couldn’t believe how dirty the word sounded and every time she said it, her pussy would throb with erotic feelings.