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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Kathy Gerrard is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
NEIGHBORHOOD VOYEUR—a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
Peeking . . . looking into lighted rooms, watching secretly the actions of those in a house. The excitement of it, the tingling thrill of seeing a man and woman, supposedly in the privacy of a room, undressing, fondling, feeling . . . fucking.
It was wonderful!
And the best part was that no one knew.
It was such a small town. Small towns were dull, unexciting, no stimulation of any sort. But this town . . . Ahhh!
And so easy to look into those windows; no one, it seemed, bothered to pull the shade or drapes. It was as if they didn’t care, didn’t mind at all who saw. And no one knew it was her, either.
That first time she had been almost shocked. Almost, but not shocked. She had no idea that watching someone fucking could turn her on so intensely.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.