<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:06:24.296-07:00</updated><category term='The Cable Guy&apos;s Wife'/><category term='Yumi&apos;s Art Photos'/><category term='Z06'/><category term='Yoga Retreat 1'/><category term='Like Son'/><category term='Wanting What I See'/><category term='Yacht Club Show Offs 2'/><category term='You Show Me Yours 2'/><category term='Yvonne&apos;s 4th of July Weekend 2'/><category term='Worth The Price Of Admission'/><category term='Yvonne Presents: Sue&apos;s First 2'/><category term='You Like to Play'/><category term='Working Extra Time 1'/><category term='Wreck Beach 1'/><category term='Wrap Your Mind Around That'/><category term='Ravished'/><category term='The Dare'/><category term='Yacht Club Show Offs 3'/><category term='You Lose. 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Now 1'/><category term='Zoe&apos;s Legs'/><category term='Xiao&apos;s Photo Project'/><category term='Younger Brother Watches'/><category term='You Want Me to What 2'/><category term='Yvonne&apos;s Sexy Dinner 1'/><category term='The Voyeur'/><category term='Yukiko 3'/><category term='Yasmine&apos;s Fantasy 2'/><category term='You Want Me to What 1'/><category term='Y Me'/><category term='Younger Brother&apos;s Friend'/><category term='Working Extra Time 2'/><category term='You&apos;re Never Too Old to Get Laid'/><category term='Wreck Beach and Beyond 1'/><category term='Yvonne&apos;s 4th of July Weekend 1'/><category term='Would You Pose'/><category term='You Like Strippers Do You'/><category term='Years From Now 2'/><category term='Yvonne with Sue&apos;s Tropical Adventure 2'/><category term='Yasmine&apos;s Fantasy 3'/><category term='Your Birthday Gift'/><category term='Close Shave'/><category term='Wreck Beach and Beyond 2'/><category term='I Was Used to Being the Voyeur'/><category term='Years From Now 1'/><title type='text'>All  Voyeur Sex Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-858037391877176559</id><published>2010-02-21T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:11:38.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Extra Time 2'/><title type='text'>Working Extra Time 2</title><summary type='text'>I was hardly breathing and could hardly ask him "sir, please, it's enough. I lose my control, show me everything in the next pic."He asked me to be more patient, and opened the next file.She was totally nude in this file, but covering her pussy by both hands, and her arms surrounded her big tits from two sides, thus squeezing the breasts from two sides.My cock started to ache and I badly wanted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/858037391877176559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-extra-time-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/858037391877176559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/858037391877176559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-extra-time-2.html' title='Working Extra Time 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6243885215139514946</id><published>2010-02-21T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:10:34.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Extra Time 1'/><title type='text'>Working Extra Time 1</title><summary type='text'>I am a young professional working for a multinational company in Istanbul. At my 25, I am quite new in my career and still a junior employee in the human resources department. I am 5'13" tall, 160 lbs and physically in good shape.I have been playing tennis and exercising continuously since I was a high school student and this is why I am always fit and can attract women of all ages.I am usually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6243885215139514946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-extra-time-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6243885215139514946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6243885215139514946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-extra-time-1.html' title='Working Extra Time 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6679663004486331346</id><published>2010-02-21T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:07:40.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Relationship'/><title type='text'>Working Relationship</title><summary type='text'>The tram rattled and shook as it passed over the junction at Ponds Forge, filled to the rafters with early morning commuters, close packed, limited standing room only. She stood holding the rail, her back to me, my right hand round her waist. As the tram climbed the lower reaches of the city of Sheffield so my left hand rose under her skirt.Chrissie was enjoying it I knew. It was planned, daring,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6679663004486331346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6679663004486331346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6679663004486331346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-relationship.html' title='Working Relationship'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2747002725757337538</id><published>2010-02-21T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:05:05.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working the Bachelorette Party'/><title type='text'>Working the Bachelorette Party</title><summary type='text'>When my wife Karen found out that one of her coworkers was getting married, there was no doubt that Karen wanted to throw her a bachelorette party. Jennifer was 23 and gorgeous. She had a willowy, slender body with an incredibly tight ass, perky boobs and long brown hair. I had only met her once but she seemed rather shy and innocent.Jennifer would be getting together with her college friends in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2747002725757337538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-bachelorette-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2747002725757337538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2747002725757337538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-bachelorette-party.html' title='Working the Bachelorette Party'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-717188567498809707</id><published>2010-02-21T10:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:10:49.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Overtime'/><title type='text'>Working Overtime</title><summary type='text'>I spent the majority of my day distracted from my work in a state of constant arousal and it was entirely your fault. On top of that, I'm now stuck here working overtime.I don't know if it was because I was exceptionally horny or what, but everything about you today made me want to cum. Every time you walked by, I couldn't stop staring at your boots and thinking they screamed "Fuck Me!" When I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/717188567498809707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-overtime_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/717188567498809707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/717188567498809707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-overtime_21.html' title='Working Overtime'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-3502364119841991727</id><published>2010-02-21T10:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:09:17.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Overtime'/><title type='text'>Working Overtime</title><summary type='text'>I spent the majority of my day distracted from my work in a state of constant arousal and it was entirely your fault. On top of that, I'm now stuck here working overtime.I don't know if it was because I was exceptionally horny or what, but everything about you today made me want to cum. Every time you walked by, I couldn't stop staring at your boots and thinking they screamed "Fuck Me!" When I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3502364119841991727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-overtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3502364119841991727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3502364119841991727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-overtime.html' title='Working Overtime'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-4447148525423748609</id><published>2010-02-21T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:03:47.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout'/><title type='text'>Workout</title><summary type='text'>One evening, not too long ago, I was working out within the fitness center at my university. I'm the only one there, except for the guy closing up. He is cute. He has a nice coco brown, almost like chocolate skin tone and damn if it didn't make me want to lick and take a little bite of his tempting flesh. I decide I can get in one more set of weights before I have to leave. I stand up, preparing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4447148525423748609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4447148525423748609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4447148525423748609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workout.html' title='Workout'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-7040145925388090732</id><published>2010-02-21T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:02:13.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth The Price Of Admission'/><title type='text'>Worth The Price Of Admission</title><summary type='text'>It was a warm spring evening. I had been working second shift but unexpectedly gotten off work early. On the drive home I began to hope I could avail myself of the time and get lucky with my gorgeous wife. As I drove down the street I noticed a strange car in my driveway.I went ahead and parked on the street as I jokingly thought "I wonder if that is her boyfriend's car".I walked up to the front </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7040145925388090732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-price-of-admission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7040145925388090732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7040145925388090732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-price-of-admission.html' title='Worth The Price Of Admission'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-5425946417675540426</id><published>2010-02-21T09:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:03:04.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><title type='text'>World of Warcraft</title><summary type='text'>My brother is 18 and bought World of Warcraft last fall and showed me how to play. In this game you are online with lots of other people and create characters that you dress up and explore a make believe world. I am married 22 and live in Florida with my husband Jim who travels a lot and this game has become a get away for me. I have two friends Nancy and Trish who live in near by apartments and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5425946417675540426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/world-of-warcraft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5425946417675540426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5425946417675540426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/world-of-warcraft.html' title='World of Warcraft'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-7272050651406247151</id><published>2010-02-21T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:01:15.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth Waiting For'/><title type='text'>Worth Waiting For</title><summary type='text'>I found you lying there on the bed, asleep. I'd taken too long taking care of other things that keep me apart from you. I like being with you. I like the way you make me feel. It's comfortable, like worn jeans and a cotton sweater on a laughing Sunday afternoon. My hair out of the way, but paint smeared upon my smiling face. Except with you, you make me smolder so I leave off my panties and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7272050651406247151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7272050651406247151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7272050651406247151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-waiting-for.html' title='Worth Waiting For'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-4042390654650177779</id><published>2010-02-21T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:00:25.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would You Like to Dance'/><title type='text'>Would You Like to Dance</title><summary type='text'>It was my first night bartending at this trendy new bar. I had bartended before, but was still fairly new at it. They were quick to hire me because I'm "easy on the eyes". Men, and women for that matter, are constantly hitting on me whenever I go out. They thought I'd be good for business so I was given the job.It was Friday night and the club was much busier than they had planned for. There was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4042390654650177779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-you-like-to-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4042390654650177779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4042390654650177779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-you-like-to-dance.html' title='Would You Like to Dance'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2191931800045539749</id><published>2010-02-21T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T09:58:45.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would You Pose'/><title type='text'>Would You Pose</title><summary type='text'>One of the more enjoyable parts of being Head of Security in a luxury apartment complex was the people watching. I got to see all kinds of different people come and go about their daily lives. Most stopped by to at least say a hello and indulge in some brief chit chat. One of the tenants I had noticed but rarely spoke to was Eve. She was in her mid twenties, slim with small breasts. She had brown</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2191931800045539749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-you-pose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2191931800045539749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2191931800045539749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-you-pose.html' title='Would You Pose'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6747891854883498769</id><published>2010-02-18T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:00:53.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrap Your Mind Around That'/><title type='text'>Wrap Your Mind Around That</title><summary type='text'>I live the New York life people outside of New York never think of. The Outer Borough Life. People elsewhere think of New York as a bunch of huge, imposing buildings where people live in skyscrapers and no one knows each other. Outside of Manhattan, that's rarely the case.My apartment is on the ground floor of a brownstone in Brooklyn. The neighborhood is just outside of trendy: full of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6747891854883498769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrap-your-mind-around-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6747891854883498769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6747891854883498769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrap-your-mind-around-that.html' title='Wrap Your Mind Around That'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-1888206823275800240</id><published>2010-02-15T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:52:55.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wreck Beach 2'/><title type='text'>Wreck Beach 2</title><summary type='text'>As promised, it wasn't long before Crystal was by to replace our drinks – several times in fact. I could feel the buzz from the coolers, and was starting to feel more than a little hot from the sun. "Cher, I need to take a dip in the ocean."Cher replied instantly, "Yeah, me too." The young lady behind us immediately offered to look after our stuff while we went wandering.Cheryl reached for her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1888206823275800240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wreck-beach-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1888206823275800240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1888206823275800240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wreck-beach-2.html' title='Wreck Beach 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6949670395131295678</id><published>2010-02-15T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:51:10.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wreck Beach 1'/><title type='text'>Wreck Beach 1</title><summary type='text'>The next morning, I was startled awake by the realization I was lying naked in bed with my best friend. There we were, she as naked as I, both of us snuggled like nestled spoons, my arm around her middle and my hand cupping her breast, her hard nipple poking between my fingers...As I softly kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck as she slept, memories of our erotic night before flooded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6949670395131295678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wreck-beach-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6949670395131295678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6949670395131295678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wreck-beach-1.html' title='Wreck Beach 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-4817245646599165482</id><published>2010-02-15T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:49:29.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wreck Beach and Beyond 1'/><title type='text'>Wreck Beach and Beyond 1</title><summary type='text'>As I wandered down the beach toward the shoreline my head was swirling with mixed emotions. Although I was still incredibly aroused by my flagrant self exposure to a complete stranger; I was, at the same time, feeling a little ashamed and almost humiliated by my overwhelming desire to act like a slut.The more I thought about it as I walked, the more I knew that I had to do what made me feel right</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4817245646599165482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wreck-beach-and-beyond-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4817245646599165482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4817245646599165482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wreck-beach-and-beyond-1.html' title='Wreck Beach and Beyond 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-1073692499799193139</id><published>2010-02-15T14:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:48:29.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing Lessons'/><title type='text'>Writing Lessons</title><summary type='text'>Jennifer left her desk at lunchtime. She did not plan to eat today; rather she wanted to write another story for her lover. She wanted to wander the hallways of her school to let her mind jump with ideas. She had done so many things to him when they were in school together she thought the hallways would kindle memories that would help. Idly she slipped into the backstage area, sitting behind the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1073692499799193139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/writing-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1073692499799193139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1073692499799193139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/writing-lessons.html' title='Writing Lessons'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-9138236130458780959</id><published>2010-02-15T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:47:49.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written Mile High Club'/><title type='text'>Written Mile High Club</title><summary type='text'>As I waited for my flight in the airport I couldn't help but wonder about the lives of everyone else in the waiting area. There were not many people at my gate for this red-eye flight, and most seemed more interested in napping than anything else. Already strung out from too much coffee and jet-lagged from several layovers, there was no hope of sleep for me, so I brought out my laptop to kill </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9138236130458780959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/written-mile-high-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9138236130458780959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9138236130458780959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/written-mile-high-club.html' title='Written Mile High Club'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2838324178784364335</id><published>2010-02-15T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:47:07.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Game to Bet On'/><title type='text'>Wrong Game to Bet On</title><summary type='text'>You see a lot of crazy things when you deliver pizza to work your way through college. I also thought that all those stories that you hear of the pizza guys getting laid for a tip weren't true, this story shows how wrong I was or does it? I still think I came out pretty well minus my work uniform, of course.I had a delivery to a new address at about 10:38 on a Monday evening, so I figured that it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2838324178784364335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-game-to-bet-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2838324178784364335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2838324178784364335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-game-to-bet-on.html' title='Wrong Game to Bet On'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-3800029048966475360</id><published>2010-02-15T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:49:58.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wreck Beach and Beyond 2'/><title type='text'>Wreck Beach and Beyond 2</title><summary type='text'>No sooner did I finish talking, than Cheryl was on her feet, and reaching for my hand... She pulled me up, and kissed me deeply in front of the three guys. Then she turned to the three of them and said, "Now as soon as those things go down, you should come and try to find us – we'll be in the crowd over there. Oh, and if you want anything tonight, make sure when you find us, you're still naked!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3800029048966475360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wreck-beach-and-beyond-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3800029048966475360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3800029048966475360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wreck-beach-and-beyond-2.html' title='Wreck Beach and Beyond 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2412336871021517156</id><published>2010-02-15T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:46:24.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WSEX World Nudes'/><title type='text'>WSEX World Nudes</title><summary type='text'>Jeanine stared at the screen in wide-eyed disbelief, watching the nude footage of herself having sex with Mayor Smith in the middle of a public park. And what made it even worse was that his wife had gone missing and both the police and public opinion held him as the prime suspect in her disappearance. The pretty blonde reporter covered her face with her hands, as if trying to block out the moans</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2412336871021517156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wsex-world-nudes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2412336871021517156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2412336871021517156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wsex-world-nudes.html' title='WSEX World Nudes'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-9002562836210896467</id><published>2010-02-15T14:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:45:41.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xiao&apos;s Photo Project'/><title type='text'>Xiao's Photo Project</title><summary type='text'>While I was in college my freshmen year I stayed in the dorms. While my dorm was a mixed dorm, nearby was an all girls dorm, and through people I actually became friends with a few girls over there. One suite in particular had 6 girls, mostly Asian, who I sometimes would hang out or eat at the dinning hall with. Of all the girls, two roommates were the one's I talked to most, one named Xiao, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9002562836210896467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/xiaos-photo-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9002562836210896467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9002562836210896467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/xiaos-photo-project.html' title='Xiao&apos;s Photo Project'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2930614167419171976</id><published>2010-02-15T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:44:47.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Y Me'/><title type='text'>Y Me</title><summary type='text'>When you agreed to help out a friend of mine with his debut at the art gallery in the club that you'd been thinking about joining, you had no idea that this was how you would be helping. You had thought you'd be serving as a hostess, plying the disgustingly rich men and women that attend these things with champagne and odd little appetizer treats, getting a sure invitation into the exclusive club</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2930614167419171976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/y-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2930614167419171976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2930614167419171976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/y-me.html' title='Y Me'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-7865977645129172909</id><published>2010-02-15T14:39:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:43:53.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yacht Club Show Offs 3'/><title type='text'>Yacht Club Show Offs 3</title><summary type='text'>When I said without using his hands, I meant without touching the shot glass. However, with my back arched, the man took the liberty of placing his hands on my bare butt to hold me up. It seemed to take forever as I felt the guy's nose brushing against my hairy triangle, but he finally took the shot glass from between my legs and drank it down. He even licked the glass to taste the wetness that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7865977645129172909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yacht-club-show-offs-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7865977645129172909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7865977645129172909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yacht-club-show-offs-3.html' title='Yacht Club Show Offs 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6355628680086105867</id><published>2010-02-15T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:43:36.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yacht Club Show Offs 2'/><title type='text'>Yacht Club Show Offs 2</title><summary type='text'>Then I said, "Boyfriend, huh?"Mindy smiled and said, "Yeah...he doesn't want me sleeping around with other guys, but he said I can have as many girls on the side as I want," as she slipped her fingers under the waistband of my panties and tickled my butt crack.I said, "Mindy, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not a lesbian."Mindy said, "But I saw you touching your friend's pussy."I said, "We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6355628680086105867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yacht-club-show-offs-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6355628680086105867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6355628680086105867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yacht-club-show-offs-2.html' title='Yacht Club Show Offs 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-8709556572134580776</id><published>2010-02-15T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:43:16.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yacht Club Show Offs 1'/><title type='text'>Yacht Club Show Offs 1</title><summary type='text'>I'm a twenty-one year old Midwestern girl and I love to party, but I'm still in college so my funds are limited. My friend, Holly, told me about a place by the Mississippi River that gets pretty wild. She said that the guys who hang out there would take care of our food and drinks all evening. I told her that I'd been to the river before, but the river rats weren't the classiest bunch of people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8709556572134580776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yacht-club-show-offs-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/8709556572134580776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/8709556572134580776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yacht-club-show-offs-1.html' title='Yacht Club Show Offs 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-7863340029272110187</id><published>2010-02-15T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:38:58.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yasmine&apos;s Fantasy 1'/><title type='text'>Yasmine's Fantasy 1</title><summary type='text'>He had assured her that she had never been to a party quite like this one, but wouldn't tell her any more than that. Her mind raced with anticipation, a slight touch of fear, and pure unadulterated excitement. She had never been with a man his age before and the way he treated her was special. He made her feel special, desirable, beautiful, smart and sexy. This was so different than anything she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7863340029272110187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yasmines-fantasy-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7863340029272110187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7863340029272110187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yasmines-fantasy-1.html' title='Yasmine&apos;s Fantasy 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-4482406435468439386</id><published>2010-02-15T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:39:22.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yasmine&apos;s Fantasy 2'/><title type='text'>Yasmine's Fantasy 2</title><summary type='text'>He had never seen a woman as beautiful as she was at this moment. Looking back over her shoulder at him with those dark eyes, and the perfect full lips forming a devilish smile, she encouraged him to help her fulfill her fantasy. She closed her eyes as she felt his hands caress her waist. Her body moved with the slow rhythm of passion as she rocked back and forth, the exquisite roundness of her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4482406435468439386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yasmines-fantasy-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4482406435468439386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4482406435468439386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yasmines-fantasy-2.html' title='Yasmine&apos;s Fantasy 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-3324596023857964559</id><published>2010-02-15T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:36:21.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yearly Checkup'/><title type='text'>Yearly Checkup</title><summary type='text'>It was that time of year already. It was time for my yearly checkup. Most women dreaded it. I did not. I don't know why, but I never really felt uncomfortable there. One reason may be that my doctor is super nice. Oh ya, and super cute. Pretty good combination.My husband was always giving me a hard time because he had met him when he delivered our child and joked with me about him being cute. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3324596023857964559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yearly-checkup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3324596023857964559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3324596023857964559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yearly-checkup.html' title='Yearly Checkup'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-9023518686280339161</id><published>2010-02-15T14:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:39:42.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yasmine&apos;s Fantasy 3'/><title type='text'>Yasmine's Fantasy  3</title><summary type='text'>Her hand held him firmly as she lowered herself slowly. Pausing to rub the swollen head between the also swollen lips of her entrance. She could feel her body swallowing him as she took him deeper. Lower and lower until she rested on his body feeling the fullness inside her. Yasmine tilted her head back, closed her eyes and absorbed the pleasure of it for several moments as she waited for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9023518686280339161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yasmines-fantasy-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9023518686280339161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9023518686280339161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yasmines-fantasy-3.html' title='Yasmine&apos;s Fantasy  3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-4089558249843604959</id><published>2010-02-15T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:35:39.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Years From Now 2'/><title type='text'>Years From Now 2</title><summary type='text'>He kisses me again, parting my lips with his tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. He unbuttons my blouse, pulls a bra strap down over my shoulder. My back arches in response to his lips on my breast. My nipples turn to stone and a tiny gasp escapes my lips. I kiss the top of his head and run my fingers through his hair.“God, that feels good, Jeff.”His soft mustache tickles my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4089558249843604959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/years-from-now-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4089558249843604959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4089558249843604959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/years-from-now-2.html' title='Years From Now 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-8504974206349984463</id><published>2010-02-15T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:35:33.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Years From Now 1'/><title type='text'>Years From Now 1</title><summary type='text'>As I step on the plane I remember how this trip started about a hundred years ago. Ok, maybe that is a slight exaggeration, but it was years ago now. We were both quite unassailably attached back then. But time has a way of taking circumstances beyond our control and now we’re both, well, we’re not. Attached, that is.So I get on the plane, a nervous wreck as I ponder my destination. Not that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8504974206349984463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/years-from-now-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/8504974206349984463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/8504974206349984463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/years-from-now-1.html' title='Years From Now 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2875216608483842165</id><published>2010-02-15T14:31:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:32:29.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow Taxi'/><title type='text'>Yellow Taxi</title><summary type='text'>“Taxi” a women yells from the curb, stepping out as it halts before her. The driver turns to inquire as to her destination, as she opens the door leaning in, he can’t help taking a long slow gander , drawn by her attractive face. Her cleavage draws his attention. His eyes wander down her smooth tight dress, the silhouette says full figured. A quick glance reveals nice tanned muscular thighs. “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2875216608483842165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yellow-taxi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2875216608483842165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2875216608483842165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yellow-taxi.html' title='Yellow Taxi'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6776764580203591343</id><published>2010-02-15T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:31:46.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes  She Can Watch'/><title type='text'>Yes  She Can Watch</title><summary type='text'>The door bell rang and Jami stopped kissing me. She looked at me with a huge smile on her face. She stood up and stretched, her tits bouncing excitedly."She's here!" she breathed.I laughed as she flew to the door. I couldn't help but to stare at her ass as she ran across the living room of her apartment to open the front door. She was wearing a translucent gold nightie that left little to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6776764580203591343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-she-can-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6776764580203591343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6776764580203591343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-she-can-watch.html' title='Yes  She Can Watch'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2781563688658613716</id><published>2010-02-15T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:34:05.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow Dress 2'/><title type='text'>Yellow Dress 2</title><summary type='text'>I escorted you to my car, a silver and blue Mustang. You glanced over your shoulder at, a bold sexy smile upon your lips. I could not resist. I pulled you into my arms and pressed my lips to yours. I loved the taste of you. You returned my kiss with equal desire. I pushed you against the car. You slid your leg up mine. My cock growled to have you right there in your front yard.I sucked on your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2781563688658613716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yellow-dress-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2781563688658613716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2781563688658613716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yellow-dress-2.html' title='Yellow Dress 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6770860350019052901</id><published>2010-02-15T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:33:43.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow Dress 1'/><title type='text'>Yellow Dress 1</title><summary type='text'>"Hi sexy," I said over the phone. "So what are you wearing for me tonight?" I liked playing the dirty old man when I called."A little cream blouse and tight jeans the way you like," you purred in reply. "Real tight with some camel toe for you."Oh I liked that. Sexy tight jeans that show off you femininity. Too bad you would not be wearing that for long. "I'll be there in a few minutes. I hope </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6770860350019052901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yellow-dress-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6770860350019052901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6770860350019052901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yellow-dress-1.html' title='Yellow Dress 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2784806746442884243</id><published>2010-02-15T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:30:53.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yet Another Little Quirk'/><title type='text'>Yet Another Little Quirk</title><summary type='text'>I was in trouble now, at full stretch. Might as well have been on the rack. Even exhausted, slumping back in the chair, bathed in sweat and rubbing my burning eyes, I realized that much. But it was just so flippin' frustrating. All day, at every critical juncture, every flippin' time I seemed about to get well, I'd come up one card short. One card! Bloody infuriating! And how long had this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2784806746442884243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yet-another-little-quirk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2784806746442884243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2784806746442884243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yet-another-little-quirk.html' title='Yet Another Little Quirk'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6914421099358662207</id><published>2010-02-15T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:28:31.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga Retreat 1'/><title type='text'>Yoga Retreat 1</title><summary type='text'>"G'night Trent."Trent looked up from behind the computer screen and at the parade of tired but energized yoga students from the last session of the evening as they made their way toward the exit. His clientele base was still small enough that he knew most by name, a fact that he intended to preserve as long as he could manage. He bade several good night, nodding politely and offering tidbits of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6914421099358662207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yoga-retreat-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6914421099358662207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6914421099358662207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yoga-retreat-1.html' title='Yoga Retreat 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-7018363659038270739</id><published>2010-02-15T14:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:27:29.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Can Leave Your Hat On'/><title type='text'>You Can Leave Your Hat On</title><summary type='text'>The lights in the bedroom suddenly dimmed and an eerie silence fell. I even stopped breathing for a bit. I sat on the bed, pillows stacked behind my back. Just as the note had asked me to do. A small light illuminated the dark corner of the room, by the bathroom door.~~~~~~~~~A flash of the note in my e-mail just that afternoon shot through my mind.PJ, Will be at the Davidson Hotel~ at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7018363659038270739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-can-leave-your-hat-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7018363659038270739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7018363659038270739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-can-leave-your-hat-on.html' title='You Can Leave Your Hat On'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-8811170322117575288</id><published>2010-02-15T14:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:26:42.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Can&apos;t Judge By Appearances'/><title type='text'>You Can't Judge By Appearances</title><summary type='text'>There were two of them, as plain looking as you could ever hope to avoid picking up on a dark night. One of them was a real dogface. The other had protruding teeth and bifocals. They were Linda's cousins, and they'd stopped off on a cross country Greyhound trip to call on Linda. But Linda was away that week, and I was stuck with them. Just my luck, I thought. Two bimbos staying the night and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8811170322117575288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-cant-judge-by-appearances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/8811170322117575288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/8811170322117575288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-cant-judge-by-appearances.html' title='You Can&apos;t Judge By Appearances'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-4413444514644037788</id><published>2010-02-15T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:25:58.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Gotta Love The Races'/><title type='text'>You Gotta Love The Races</title><summary type='text'>One week in Melbourne I generally hate with a passion is the spring carnival. The entire week leading up to the Melbourne cup. Everyday the entire public transport system is totally clogged up with drunken jerks in rented suits going to the races. As a regular commuter it just pissed me off that these guys get away with action like arseholes just cause they have suits on, but then this year I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4413444514644037788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-gotta-love-races.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4413444514644037788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4413444514644037788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-gotta-love-races.html' title='You Gotta Love The Races'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-9143754751178598932</id><published>2010-02-15T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:29:20.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga Retreat 2'/><title type='text'>Yoga Retreat 2</title><summary type='text'>While adjusting to the foreign sensation, he found himself unable to look at Sasha beside him. He kept his eyes on his mat and quickly took a seat, ostensibly to stretch out but mostly to take stock of his emotions. He felt a little flush with embarrassment, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he had anticipated. And, to his immense relief, he found nothing about the experience so far to be arousing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9143754751178598932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yoga-retreat-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9143754751178598932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9143754751178598932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yoga-retreat-2.html' title='Yoga Retreat 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-3446639383796035985</id><published>2010-02-15T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:25:16.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Like It There'/><title type='text'>You Like It There</title><summary type='text'>It's a cold and stormy evening very windy. She comes to your door step in nothing but a black silk teddy. You can see her perky nipples through the top and notice that she has nothing covering her bottom.You bring her in outside of the cold and pull her close to give her some warmth. Then you lead her to the living room and sit her on top of the piano and spread her legs so you can get a better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3446639383796035985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-like-it-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3446639383796035985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3446639383796035985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-like-it-there.html' title='You Like It There'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-8597088546985098413</id><published>2010-02-15T14:22:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:30:02.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga Retreat 4'/><title type='text'>Yoga Retreat 4</title><summary type='text'>After holding her pinned in place for a moment, Trent finally began a slow, deep stroke that Sasha quickly matched with the rocking of her own hips into his thrusts. He held his chest up above her so that he could watch the pleased expression on her face as it reacted to each thrust and change in tempo. She cupped her breasts, massaging and then teasing and pinching the nipples, further exciting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8597088546985098413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yoga-retreat-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/8597088546985098413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/8597088546985098413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yoga-retreat-4.html' title='Yoga Retreat 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-4378483508989250655</id><published>2010-02-15T14:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:29:41.097-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga Retreat 3'/><title type='text'>Yoga Retreat 3</title><summary type='text'>Trent took a seat where she indicated, intertwining his legs until he was comfortable and letting his hands loosely rest on his knees. Sasha sat in front of him in a mirror pose to his own, so close that their knees touched. He was disoriented by her proximity, even able to smell a hint of her fragrance. Just after he closed his eyes, she took his fingers and wrapped them loosely in her own hands</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4378483508989250655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yoga-retreat-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4378483508989250655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4378483508989250655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yoga-retreat-3.html' title='Yoga Retreat 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-3383465739430425856</id><published>2010-02-15T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:24:33.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Like Strippers Do You'/><title type='text'>You Like Strippers Do You</title><summary type='text'>"God. She's hot!"She looks over at him. What an asshole. Well, maybe not an asshole, but definitely a bastard.The girl who had sauntered out onto the runway was in fact, now that she looked at her, pretty hot. Big round firm tits, nipples like two ripe cherries waiting to be plucked, a flat hard belly, high, proud ass and legs that looked like the rippling flanks of a thoroughbred.But Natasha's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3383465739430425856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-like-strippers-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3383465739430425856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3383465739430425856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-like-strippers-do-you.html' title='You Like Strippers Do You'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-1950721495152691853</id><published>2010-02-15T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:23:31.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Like to Play'/><title type='text'>You Like to Play</title><summary type='text'>This is the fourth package in two weeks that He's delivering to your home. You sit on the edge of your seat, the curser on your computer blinking at you, as if it knows what you are contemplating. It should and if it were human it would jump at the chance to join you. The clock reads three o'clock and a smirk rises from your lips. Two hours you tell yourself. Two hours and He'll be here with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1950721495152691853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-like-to-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1950721495152691853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1950721495152691853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-like-to-play.html' title='You Like to Play'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-458268956832230416</id><published>2010-02-15T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:20:10.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Lose. Now 1'/><title type='text'>You Lose. Now 1</title><summary type='text'>"You lose. Now take off all of your clothes."Although I had heard this command several times, I never got used to the uneasy feeling it caused. At first, the consequences were actually kind of fun, but what began with my tendency to bet on my old college team eventually led to more and more embarrassing situations.It started when I was dating Karen, the woman who would become my wife. Both of us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/458268956832230416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-lose-now-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/458268956832230416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/458268956832230416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-lose-now-1.html' title='You Lose. Now 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-5345344297512086742</id><published>2010-02-15T14:18:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:20:36.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Lose. Now 2'/><title type='text'>You Lose. Now 2</title><summary type='text'>Once we became lovers, we did not make bets as often, so the spankings decreased also. We no longer needed an excuse to get each other naked, but neither of us forgot the embarrassment and the thrill that came from having to strip completely in front of the other who remained fully dressed. And after getting married and being together for several years, that memory of such excitement gained even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5345344297512086742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-lose-now-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5345344297512086742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5345344297512086742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-lose-now-2.html' title='You Lose. Now 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-986764819636178795</id><published>2010-02-15T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:18:59.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Owe Me'/><title type='text'>You Owe Me</title><summary type='text'>"LOOK OUT!" shouted a civilian, as he walked to the corner and two cars collided into each other.Lucky for the people involved in the crash, it wasn't a deadly crash and just a few dents in both cars.A tall black male exited from his 2005 white BMW with his girlfriend. They approached 2003 Pontiac car, that actually collided into theirs."Are you ok lady?" the black man asked in a raspy voice, as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/986764819636178795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-owe-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/986764819636178795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/986764819636178795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-owe-me.html' title='You Owe Me'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2886917482108565871</id><published>2010-02-15T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:18:08.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Show Me Yours 2'/><title type='text'>You Show Me Yours 2</title><summary type='text'>She opened her eyes and they seemed to flare when she saw my huge erection and my hand cupping my balls. Without turning, she peeled her shorts down to where they dropped to the floor. Now both of us were nude and only the music and the mysterious air between us was keeping us from slamming our bodies together.Again, she began to inch her way toward me in her hypnotic seductive dance. She moved </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2886917482108565871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-show-me-yours-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2886917482108565871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2886917482108565871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-show-me-yours-2.html' title='You Show Me Yours 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-7008175194278212028</id><published>2010-02-15T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:17:46.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Show Me Yours 1'/><title type='text'>You Show Me Yours 1</title><summary type='text'>Turning the lights off late one night, I trudged upstairs to go to bed. The stairway has a landing with a window about 2/3 of the way up and as I passed the window, a light caught my eye. The house next door was about 20’ away with my driveway in between. The blinds were normally down except on hot nights like this when the breeze was the only means of cooling old houses like ours.Glancing over,I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7008175194278212028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-show-me-yours-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7008175194278212028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7008175194278212028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-show-me-yours-1.html' title='You Show Me Yours 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-7064722742630456269</id><published>2010-02-15T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:16:06.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Want Me to What 2'/><title type='text'>You Want Me to What 2</title><summary type='text'>I must have done it to myself no less than 30 times during the week following the incident.My friend Mary had insisted that I help her shave her privates so she could wear her new bikini to the beach for Spring Break.Well, my Daddy taught me to never turn down a lady so I did it, even though my heart was in my throat and my face was flushed the whole time.My face wasn't the only thing that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7064722742630456269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-want-me-to-what-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7064722742630456269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7064722742630456269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-want-me-to-what-2.html' title='You Want Me to What 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-5525323659262906432</id><published>2010-02-15T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:14:29.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re Never Too Old to Get Laid'/><title type='text'>You're Never Too Old to Get Laid</title><summary type='text'>Well, I got in trouble with my last Nude Day entry, Texas Mermaids. Apparently, it's just TOO believable. I wonder how that could be? My wife keeps asking me how much of it is true. I'm not admitting to anything!Anyway, this time I thought I would write something that couldn't possibly be true -- could it?When I was in college, I lived in a dorm right across the street from a nursing home. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5525323659262906432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-never-too-old-to-get-laid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5525323659262906432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5525323659262906432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-never-too-old-to-get-laid.html' title='You&apos;re Never Too Old to Get Laid'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-4347742480019108445</id><published>2010-02-15T14:12:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:13:32.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Younger Brother Watches'/><title type='text'>Younger Brother Watches</title><summary type='text'>I want to tell you about something I saw when I was 18 and lived at home. My brother Nick was 21 and was going out with Grace (who he has since married). Grace was 19 at the time and it was easy to see why Nick fancied her. She had long curly brown hair, only about 5' 2" tall as she was a good 6 inches shorter than me and Nick, but with a lovely body and nice big tits. Not to mention a sweet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4347742480019108445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/younger-brother-watches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4347742480019108445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4347742480019108445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/younger-brother-watches.html' title='Younger Brother Watches'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2017952641476792166</id><published>2010-02-15T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:12:45.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Younger Brother&apos;s Friend'/><title type='text'>Younger Brother's Friend</title><summary type='text'>My brother Mark has this friend of his naked Steve. Steve is 3 years younger than I. Every time Steve visits he liked to chat with me, a really friendly guy. I never thought much about it as he is like a younger brother. Steve went overseas for 2 years and when he came back, I was 21 and he had just turned 18. I didn't recognise him - he was a real hunk. He has dark hair, a muscly body and is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2017952641476792166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/younger-brothers-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2017952641476792166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2017952641476792166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/younger-brothers-friend.html' title='Younger Brother&apos;s Friend'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-5768681130988444718</id><published>2010-02-15T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:11:53.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Birthday Gift'/><title type='text'>Your Birthday Gift</title><summary type='text'>For your birthday.... we go out to a local club... great atmosphere... interesting people there to watch.... I am dressed up nicely.... low cut dress... showing off cleavage....legs in nylons... and I have already pointed out to you by sliding your hand up them, that I am not wearing panties underneath....We are sitting at the bar... looking around the club... enjoying the various people out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5768681130988444718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-birthday-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5768681130988444718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5768681130988444718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-birthday-gift.html' title='Your Birthday Gift'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-5870182659620501536</id><published>2010-02-15T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:11:03.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Day As A Schoolgirl Slut'/><title type='text'>Your Day As A Schoolgirl Slut</title><summary type='text'>You have been thinking about this all week and have been so horny, masturbating every chance you got. You've even done a few things for thrills that you would have never done before. The girl you saw in the lift the week before has given you ideas. Until now you never realized how hot it made you to walk around with no underwear on. To wear a short skirt and be panty less felt so naughty.You are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5870182659620501536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-day-as-schoolgirl-slut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5870182659620501536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5870182659620501536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-day-as-schoolgirl-slut.html' title='Your Day As A Schoolgirl Slut'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6729978289330163043</id><published>2010-02-15T14:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:22:35.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Lose. Now 4'/><title type='text'>You Lose. Now 4</title><summary type='text'>"Well, don't just hold them. Move your hands and enjoy it."We both started to stroke each other lightly. I squeezed his a bit more, and he ran his hand all the way down to the base of my penis and back up, running a finger over the tip."Feels good, doesn't it?" And once again, we both nodded silently. Karen took a picture of us, and the flash probably broke the mood a bit and made us remember to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6729978289330163043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-lose-now-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6729978289330163043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6729978289330163043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-lose-now-4.html' title='You Lose. Now 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-3934148496655366334</id><published>2010-02-15T14:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:22:05.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Lose. Now 3'/><title type='text'>You Lose. Now 3</title><summary type='text'>Karen had stepped out of the room briefly and came back wearing the camisole and similar panties. She took the laptop and set it aside, stood me up, and quickly pulled my shirt and shorts off. Then she knelt beside me and pulled my briefs down and off. When she began to take my penis in her mouth, she pushed one strap off her shoulder so that one of her nipples was exposed."Do you mind that he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3934148496655366334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-lose-now-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3934148496655366334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3934148496655366334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-lose-now-3.html' title='You Lose. Now 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-9022347487843893279</id><published>2010-02-15T14:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:15:43.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Want Me to What 1'/><title type='text'>You Want Me to What 1</title><summary type='text'>If you have never had a really close friend of the opposite sex, you probably can't understand.Mary was my friend, we grew up together, fighting and playing and getting muddy and into trouble.There was a wide spot down at the nearby creek, Mary and I would sneak down there and go swimming.We weren't supposed to, both of our Mom's had warned us, or rather pretty much ordered us to stay out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9022347487843893279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-want-me-to-what-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9022347487843893279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9022347487843893279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-want-me-to-what-1.html' title='You Want Me to What 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2332038288409316552</id><published>2010-02-15T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:10:09.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Fantasy'/><title type='text'>Your Fantasy</title><summary type='text'>It was a warm day in spring – one of the first and a Friday – and I had worked hard at my job to complete the project I was working on so I could leave early to get home to you. I always miss you when we are apart and even those hours spent working feel like an eternity away from you. We speak several times a day by phone but it's just not the same as having you in my arms or just being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2332038288409316552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2332038288409316552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2332038288409316552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-fantasy.html' title='Your Fantasy'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-1615668874085993851</id><published>2010-01-17T11:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:52:51.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yukiko 2'/><title type='text'>Yukiko 2</title><summary type='text'>Amid that hard thrusting in my pussy and my mouth, there come a frenzy rubbing and tickling against the suppleness of my left sole. A hot splutter of gooey slime suddenly coats around my toes and begins to roll down the back of my calf, trickling ever so slowly down the back of my thigh."She's very pretty, isn't she?"Out of the blue, I hear a lady's voice with a British accent. Stunned, I open my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1615668874085993851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yukiko-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1615668874085993851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1615668874085993851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yukiko-2.html' title='Yukiko 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2566859401308881261</id><published>2010-01-17T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:52:10.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yukiko 1'/><title type='text'>Yukiko 1</title><summary type='text'>I look around the beach, my heart hammering like crazy. I don't know if I can really go through with this!It has been a hot though not particularly sunny day in Bali. Actually, it is late in the afternoon and the sun is going to set in the next hour or so. If I don't do this now, I shall never get another chance, as I shall be flying back to Hong Kong tomorrow. As usual, I hesitated far too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2566859401308881261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yukiko-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2566859401308881261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2566859401308881261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yukiko-1.html' title='Yukiko 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6072158539440953087</id><published>2010-01-17T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:51:10.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yumi&apos;s Art Photos'/><title type='text'>Yumi's Art Photos</title><summary type='text'>I'd seen Yumi's photographs in downtown and midtown galleries. Mostly highly focused close-ups of naked human bodies, alone and in groups.So when she asked me to pose for her, I had a pretty good idea what to expect."One thing," said the little Japanese woman. "Are you circumcised?""Umb, uh, yeah, I am.""Good. I will find a match."I didn't understand her remark then, or later when I met the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6072158539440953087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yumis-art-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6072158539440953087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6072158539440953087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yumis-art-photos.html' title='Yumi&apos;s Art Photos'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-3446296545359544647</id><published>2010-01-17T11:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:50:33.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy Mummy'/><title type='text'>Yummy Mummy</title><summary type='text'>Jenni is a neighbour of mine. We live in a small estate of bungalows, grouped in a horseshoe at the end of the road. Jenni passed by my place every morning, taking Jessica, or Jessy, as she preferred to be called, to school. Jessica would be bouncing around, constantly chatting and being a normal happy little girl. She would always wave and call out, Hi! I liked Jessy, but my eyes would always be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3446296545359544647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yummy-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3446296545359544647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3446296545359544647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yummy-mummy.html' title='Yummy Mummy'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-1943091541169044770</id><published>2010-01-17T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:49:46.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvonne Presents  Sue&apos;s Kansas City'/><title type='text'>Yvonne Presents  Sue's Kansas City</title><summary type='text'>Sue here, the red-head from Yvonne's stories. She convinced me to write up some of the things Paul and I have done. I tried getting this story on paper/on screen; it was crap. I learned that I may be an exhibitionist, but I'm no writer! So, Yvonne is serving as a public ghost writer for my adventures. We'll post them as "Yvonne presents..." But first an explanation about some questions Yvonne has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1943091541169044770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonne-presents-sues-kansas-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1943091541169044770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1943091541169044770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonne-presents-sues-kansas-city.html' title='Yvonne Presents  Sue&apos;s Kansas City'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-3923035940072483757</id><published>2010-01-17T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:48:16.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvonne Presents: Sue&apos;s First 2'/><title type='text'>Yvonne Presents: Sue's First 2</title><summary type='text'>We got back to the cabin and I let Paul unload the car while I headed for a real shower. This time I used the outdoor shower on the deck. Even after our rinse off in the lake, there was still mud in my hair and in my ass crack. I even found a small twig in my pubes. Paul finally joined me in the shower and we both got very clean.Paul got dressed and told me he was going into town to pick up mail </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3923035940072483757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonne-presents-sues-first-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3923035940072483757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3923035940072483757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonne-presents-sues-first-2.html' title='Yvonne Presents: Sue&apos;s First 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-1089991280677365201</id><published>2010-01-17T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:47:59.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvonne Presents: Sue&apos;s First 1'/><title type='text'>Yvonne Presents: Sue's First 1</title><summary type='text'>Hi, folks. Sue here again, with Yvonne doing the real writing. This is the story of my first sexy adventure with Paul. It takes place at the same lake cabin as Yvonne's story. This all happened almost 15 years ago. It's not really PUBLIC nudity, but it hits on several things I think you'll like.Paul and I were engaged and he was working for his family's restaurant supply business. Paul had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1089991280677365201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonne-presents-sues-first-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1089991280677365201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1089991280677365201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonne-presents-sues-first-1.html' title='Yvonne Presents: Sue&apos;s First 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-4631919689116879726</id><published>2010-01-17T11:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:53:13.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yukiko 3'/><title type='text'>Yukiko 3</title><summary type='text'>"Oh, My God!" I gasp.I have seen enough, more than enough! My head is suddenly spinning. Through the tinted glass window, I notice that patrons from quite a few tables are looking out here and waiting for my return. The hot and humid night air is suddenly making me nauseous. I swipe my palms over my face to find that I am sweating all over. I try to arrange the mesh top to provide a bit more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4631919689116879726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yukiko-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4631919689116879726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4631919689116879726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yukiko-3.html' title='Yukiko 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6985391282267713574</id><published>2010-01-17T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:46:17.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvonne with Sue&apos;s Tropical Adventure 2'/><title type='text'>Yvonne with Sue's Tropical Adventure 2</title><summary type='text'>Paul explained that we were having some trouble keeping me shaved and asked if Claude could give him a lesson in grooming me. Claude said he'd love to help but worried that Paul would injure my delicate parts with a straight razor. Paul produced the disposable razor and asked if it would do. I spent the next half hour in the barber chair with my husband working on my snatch.Paul was a lot more '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6985391282267713574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonne-with-sues-tropical-adventure-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6985391282267713574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6985391282267713574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonne-with-sues-tropical-adventure-2.html' title='Yvonne with Sue&apos;s Tropical Adventure 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-3239411267660417408</id><published>2010-01-17T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:45:43.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvonne with Sue&apos;s Tropical Adventure 1'/><title type='text'>Yvonne with Sue's Tropical Adventure 1</title><summary type='text'>Hoping to get more feedback!!Hi folks. Sue here with Yvonne writing. We've already explained how we have to keep our nude adventures somewhat private because of our business ties. Well, this story takes place thousands of miles away from home. That made it possible to get naked in more places and in some places where naked ladies don't usually show up and do quite a few more things. It shows how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3239411267660417408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonne-with-sues-tropical-adventure-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3239411267660417408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3239411267660417408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonne-with-sues-tropical-adventure-1.html' title='Yvonne with Sue&apos;s Tropical Adventure 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-4881064545086079875</id><published>2010-01-17T11:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:43:39.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvonne&apos;s 4th of July Weekend 2'/><title type='text'>Yvonne's 4th of July Weekend 2</title><summary type='text'>Sue, covered in mud, followed me up the hill to the cabin where Bill and Paul were having a drink on the deck. "Did you slip and fall?" Paul asked as we got close.Sue started to say something back but I stopped her. "After loosing the race, you belong to me." I told her. "No talking and no cleaning up until I say so." I gave Paul a questioning look to see if this was OK. He had a big smile on his</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4881064545086079875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonnes-4th-of-july-weekend-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4881064545086079875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4881064545086079875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonnes-4th-of-july-weekend-2.html' title='Yvonne&apos;s 4th of July Weekend 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-1963669590957490598</id><published>2010-01-17T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:43:20.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvonne&apos;s 4th of July Weekend 1'/><title type='text'>Yvonne's 4th of July Weekend 1</title><summary type='text'>As I said in my last post, Sue and I both had birthdays coming up over the Fourth of July weekend. We girls decided to enjoy a birthday weekend in our birthday suits. Sue sketched out an idea and I loved it!Sue and Paul own a lake side cabin about 3 hours out of town. Sue and I took Friday off to pick up supplies, food, drink, etc. At the last stop Sue picked up a full sized rental van, the kind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1963669590957490598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonnes-4th-of-july-weekend-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1963669590957490598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1963669590957490598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonnes-4th-of-july-weekend-1.html' title='Yvonne&apos;s 4th of July Weekend 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-705152078109004393</id><published>2010-01-17T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:44:01.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvonne&apos;s 4th of July Weekend 3'/><title type='text'>Yvonne's 4th of July Weekend 3</title><summary type='text'>While the men worked we got cleaned and dried and combed our hair. Sue and I put on a little makeup but Judy declined. She said she liked her 'little girl' look and the lack of makeup helped. I found out that she had been a gymnast all her life. She did a few stretches that almost hurt to watch. Sue said that Judy could do every position in the Kama Sutra and a few that weren't. I asked if the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/705152078109004393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonnes-4th-of-july-weekend-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/705152078109004393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/705152078109004393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonnes-4th-of-july-weekend-3.html' title='Yvonne&apos;s 4th of July Weekend 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-5527111788998764408</id><published>2010-01-17T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:42:00.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvonne&apos;s Sexy Dinner 2'/><title type='text'>Yvonne's Sexy Dinner 2</title><summary type='text'>I'd already had the sexiest evening I could imagine, until it got even sexier. To recap, I'd shown up at my boyfriend's apartment for dinner wearing nothing but high heels and stockings, garter-belt, and jewelry; covered by a raincoat ready for an interesting evening. I was sure everything would fall apart when Bill's boss Paul and his wife Sue showed up. Luckily, Sue figured out what was going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5527111788998764408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonnes-sexy-dinner-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5527111788998764408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5527111788998764408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonnes-sexy-dinner-2.html' title='Yvonne&apos;s Sexy Dinner 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6812163564193208459</id><published>2010-01-17T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:44:19.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvonne&apos;s 4th of July Weekend 4'/><title type='text'>Yvonne's 4th of July Weekend 4</title><summary type='text'>Sue was next. She'd chosen a song with an old 60's Go-Go beat. That song really let her show off her swinging tits and lovely ass. I barely noticed the next girl except that she stayed naked after her dance. We were starting a trend here. Like I said, I barely remember her because I was next.I didn't know it then, but Sue had picked out a song for me, an old big band song, 'In the Mood'. If you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6812163564193208459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonnes-4th-of-july-weekend-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6812163564193208459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6812163564193208459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonnes-4th-of-july-weekend-4.html' title='Yvonne&apos;s 4th of July Weekend 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-8890672834829041221</id><published>2010-01-17T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:41:39.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvonne&apos;s Sexy Dinner 1'/><title type='text'>Yvonne's Sexy Dinner 1</title><summary type='text'>Hi folks, my name is Yvonne. I'm 25, 5 feet 3 inches, 115 pounds, brown hair, a nice face and figure, and I guess I must be an exhibitionist.I was just trying to surprise my boyfriend Bill and it turned out to be the most interesting nights of my life. Bill works for a restaurant supply company and is a real gourmet cook. He asked me to come over one night to try out a new recipe. Bill said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8890672834829041221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonnes-sexy-dinner-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/8890672834829041221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/8890672834829041221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvonnes-sexy-dinner-1.html' title='Yvonne&apos;s Sexy Dinner 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-1316402672676729279</id><published>2010-01-17T11:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:40:26.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Z06'/><title type='text'>Z06</title><summary type='text'>"Hello!" the voice behind me sang out as I was leafing through the stack of checks I had just picked up at the Post Office.I had recently been peddling a few items that I had around the house on an online auction site, I was doing pretty well at it actually.I looked up at the sound of her greeting, here stood a reasonably attractive lady somewhere around 35-45 years old.Momentarily confused, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1316402672676729279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/z06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1316402672676729279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1316402672676729279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/z06.html' title='Z06'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-9228092674745064</id><published>2010-01-17T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:39:39.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zipless Fuck'/><title type='text'>Zipless Fuck</title><summary type='text'>During the freedom of the sixties, and in the feminist movement that word Zipless Fuck used to be kind of a password for uncommitted sex. You saw what you wanted and you took it for yours for one night or a weekend no commitment. The release of the birth control pill had made it possible.I was just under twenty when I left home to go to the University of Chicago. The plane as it left Salem Oregon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9228092674745064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/zipless-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9228092674745064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9228092674745064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/zipless-fuck.html' title='Zipless Fuck'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-9001995238349489179</id><published>2010-01-17T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:21:08.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoe&apos;s Legs'/><title type='text'>Zoe's Legs</title><summary type='text'>It was the miniskirt that got my attention, or should I say the legs that were exposed by the skirt. They were long,shapely,sexy,slightly muscular and tan. The miniskirt was denim,loose and very short, but then on a sexy young woman like Zoe it was absolutely perfect. You see I love legs, long sexy legs and of course all that goes with and between them.The problem presented by Zoe's legs was that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9001995238349489179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/zoes-legs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9001995238349489179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/9001995238349489179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/zoes-legs.html' title='Zoe&apos;s Legs'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-5097021092614317597</id><published>2009-08-15T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:53:25.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cockteaser'/><title type='text'>Cockteaser</title><summary type='text'>You were sitting in the bar alone, having a beer when you felt me staring at you. I was across the room in a booth facing your table with my back against the wall and my body turned towards you.   I was also alone. You were admiring the shapely legs that were carelessly parted as I pulled one leg up onto the booth seat so that I could sit sideways. The short black skirt hiked even further up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5097021092614317597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/cockteaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5097021092614317597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5097021092614317597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/cockteaser.html' title='Cockteaser'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-3258210933802632948</id><published>2009-08-15T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:54:06.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peep Show'/><title type='text'>Peep Show</title><summary type='text'>It was another sleepless for Reece; he had gone to bed at 12AM and was still wide awake after 2 hours. He had just moved in a few days ago, and not quite settled in. He decided after the divorce, to just get a small efficiency apartment and save money for a house. Besides, all he got out of 5 years of marriage were his clothes, his old leather recliner, some odds and ends and the new wide screen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3258210933802632948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/peep-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3258210933802632948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3258210933802632948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/peep-show.html' title='Peep Show'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2923335448938605907</id><published>2009-08-15T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:52:11.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legs'/><title type='text'>Legs</title><summary type='text'>In church again, in long pews, all the people and all the women's legs. Crossed, feet together at the ankles, "the serpentine" or "entwine", skirt tucked under, skirt along thighs, skirt revealing, suggesting--the way women cross or don't cross their legs. Taught from infancy and certainly pre-puberty instruction. And the males watching these feet of adolescent girls wonderingly and college girls</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2923335448938605907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/legs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2923335448938605907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2923335448938605907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/legs.html' title='Legs'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6383359788401901372</id><published>2009-08-15T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:51:29.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like Son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like Father'/><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Son</title><summary type='text'>I lay in bed listening for the third night running as my 17-year old son pleasured his latest girlfriend, a blonde cutie by the name of Kelly – or was it Kerry Rhythmic thumps of his bed against my adjoining wall were accompanied by her cries of "ooh" and "ye-es", with the occasional "fuck me" echoing through my open bedroom door. I also heard his more guttural "uh"s. A few minutes later her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6383359788401901372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-father-like-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6383359788401901372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6383359788401901372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father, Like Son'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-5618765853332057209</id><published>2009-08-15T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:50:18.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacie and Annie---New Friends Ch. 02'/><title type='text'>Stacie and Annie---New Friends Ch. 02</title><summary type='text'>For the first time Stacie's pussy was filled with a human touch other than her own. Now she was totally awake and took a deep breath in, holding it as a quiet gasp while a thundering orgasm rippled from her clit outward. And then another, and still another before Stacie collapsed forward, off the chair and on top of Annie.  Annie and Stacie were on the wood planks of the porch, wrapped around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5618765853332057209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/stacie-and-annie-new-friends-ch-02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5618765853332057209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5618765853332057209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/stacie-and-annie-new-friends-ch-02.html' title='Stacie and Annie---New Friends Ch. 02'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-1824960196000494250</id><published>2009-08-15T05:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:49:32.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cable Guy&apos;s Wife'/><title type='text'>The Cable Guy's Wife</title><summary type='text'>I could see right into our family room and there was Mary Beth dressed in one of my favorite tight black skirts, with sexy black nylons and a conservative white blouse and very high "cum fuck me pumps". The surprise was that she was not alone. She was with another man. He looked pretty young but had gray streaks thru his brown hair that made me suspect that his was older than he looked. He was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1824960196000494250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/cable-guys-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1824960196000494250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1824960196000494250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/cable-guys-wife.html' title='The Cable Guy&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-1246824394617970137</id><published>2009-08-15T05:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:48:39.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belinda Saw Everything'/><title type='text'>Belinda Saw Everything</title><summary type='text'>My friends call me Belinda but I prefer to be known by my Chinese name Kin-lan. I am 16 years and two months old and I just said goodbye to school. Last week, I had the results of my Hong Kong Certificate of Education Examination. I passed in six subjects and received my certificate. However, I can forget about further education, as I don't have the so-called prerequisite academic points for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1246824394617970137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/belinda-saw-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1246824394617970137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/1246824394617970137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/belinda-saw-everything.html' title='Belinda Saw Everything'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6325052522834855431</id><published>2009-08-15T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:47:24.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian Quickie'/><title type='text'>Italian Quickie</title><summary type='text'>She smiled back at me. God, that smile transformed her instantly from merely pretty to truly beautiful. My penis twitched to life and quickly began to grow as I watched her; within a few seconds it was rock hard and sticking up above my abs. I saw her gaze shift from my eyes to my engorged dick, which was doing its little up-down dance in rhythm with my heartbeat. When she made eye contact with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6325052522834855431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/italian-quickie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6325052522834855431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6325052522834855431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/italian-quickie.html' title='Italian Quickie'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-7707683747539217331</id><published>2009-08-15T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:46:43.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Was Used to Being the Voyeur'/><title type='text'>I Was Used to Being the Voyeur</title><summary type='text'>It was quite obvious that she was going to be fucked by her husband. The idea of knowing that this was going to happen behind the walls across  the street was enough to get me quite hard. I smiled, and then forced  myself to return to my work (doing my best to ignore the hard shaft  straining at my shorts.   About 45 minutes later movement from across the street caught my eye. They were in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7707683747539217331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-used-to-being-voyeur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7707683747539217331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7707683747539217331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-used-to-being-voyeur.html' title='I Was Used to Being the Voyeur'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-6933020149539438110</id><published>2009-08-15T05:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:46:04.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dare'/><title type='text'>The Dare</title><summary type='text'>I don't know weather it was the cool air or the fact that a whole group of people may have just seen my naked bottom but my nipples were now quite hard and noticeable under the thin material. Their slight wobble as I walked only added to the sensation and drew even more attention to the fact I didn't have a bra on.   Now I'm pretty ok with flashing my boobs. That's seems fairly normal and even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6933020149539438110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/dare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6933020149539438110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/6933020149539438110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/dare.html' title='The Dare'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-7347664295305438461</id><published>2009-08-15T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:44:28.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Voyeur (Part One)'/><title type='text'>Little Voyeur (Part One)</title><summary type='text'>Jerome and Barbara continue to fuck. Jerome's rough hip-thrusting has caused Barbara to dangle off the mattress. Tammy watches as her father pumps, his ass rising and falling in the air. Their angle provide an extremely graphic view as Tammy can see right in between Jerome's legs. She gawks as her father's thick cock thrusts in and out of Barbara's pussy. Tammy begins to feel a tingle between her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7347664295305438461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-voyeur-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7347664295305438461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7347664295305438461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-voyeur-part-one.html' title='Little Voyeur (Part One)'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-7216009638909885139</id><published>2009-08-15T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:43:40.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyber Time'/><title type='text'>Cyber Time</title><summary type='text'>Brent is horny already, as he anticipated the privacy he is finally able to enjoy. The only problem is that he doesn't always know in advance when he will get some time to himself. This is one of those times. It was only this morning at work when his wife called. She had to take a rush trip to her aunt's. Her aunt had a not too serious accident but needs help at home. Brent was able to keep his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7216009638909885139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/cyber-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7216009638909885139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/7216009638909885139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/cyber-time.html' title='Cyber Time'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-4605572134439101855</id><published>2009-08-15T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:43:00.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wanting What I See'/><title type='text'>Wanting What I See</title><summary type='text'>Fortunately, thoughts of my boyfriend were not on my mind as I was driving along. I looked out the window and happened to notice the great view of the city of Upland with all the lights. It was just getting to be sunset and the view was really pretty. I decided to pull off at the next turnaround to take a look.   As the next turnaround approached, I noticed that there were two other cars there; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4605572134439101855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanting-what-i-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4605572134439101855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/4605572134439101855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanting-what-i-see.html' title='Wanting What I See'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-3120429306337110290</id><published>2009-08-15T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:42:22.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watching Mom Fuck'/><title type='text'>Watching Mom Fuck</title><summary type='text'>What a monster, I thought and what feat as I watched his mom swallowing the sword. As I turn back towards Lee, I saw him wanking and having an erection myself, I neared him and watched him ejeculate and when he's at thepeep hole, and having watched him, I wanked myself bringing myself to orgasms. Thatnight, I did get the chance to see how the woman was pounded to satisfaction very clearlyas his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3120429306337110290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/watching-mom-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3120429306337110290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3120429306337110290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/watching-mom-fuck.html' title='Watching Mom Fuck'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-2412020381789378838</id><published>2009-08-15T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:41:42.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Voyeur'/><title type='text'>The Voyeur</title><summary type='text'>Somewhat bleary eyed, Marie entered her office at exactly eight sharp to go over some notes she had made in preparation for this morning's meeting!!! "These fifteen hour days are gonna kill," she mumbled to herself while taking a sip of hot black coffee and making sure that she had all of the data she needed on the upcoming merger!!! Checking her watch one last time, she remembered that it she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2412020381789378838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/voyeur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2412020381789378838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/2412020381789378838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/voyeur.html' title='The Voyeur'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-8425076220274509487</id><published>2009-08-15T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:40:47.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Close Shave'/><title type='text'>Close Shave</title><summary type='text'>"...........so," Michael said enthusiastically, "I believe the time has come to begin our little show, so if you would, everyone follow me into the library!!! Almost like a herd of buffalo all twenty guests arose from their chairs and followed Reanne an Michael into the adjoining library, where Priscilla stood waiting calmly in the middle of the room in only her bra and panties!!! Reanne quickly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8425076220274509487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/close-shave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/8425076220274509487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/8425076220274509487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/close-shave.html' title='Close Shave'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-5510919530205700659</id><published>2009-08-15T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:40:12.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Party'/><title type='text'>The Party</title><summary type='text'>They found a couple of chairs at the far end of the room and sat down to enjoy their drinks! "I'm a business associate of Fred," he offered, "I'm from Cleveland and get into Chicago about twice a month!!!" She took a long sip of wine and replied, "I didn't really want to come tonight, but now I'm glad that I did!!!" He looked her in the eye as he took a drink of his Scotch and water, and just as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5510919530205700659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5510919530205700659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/5510919530205700659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/party.html' title='The Party'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-3070180475566466889</id><published>2009-08-15T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:37:49.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ravished'/><title type='text'>Ravished</title><summary type='text'>"Mmmm, good pizza," Gail offered while climbing into Jeff's new car, "so, where is this place of wonder you're taking me to!!" "It's down by the docks," he replied while pulling smoothly into traffic, "inside of an old abandon warehouse, they change the location from time to time in case the cops get too suspicious!!!" "Sounds more exciting by the minute," she replied flippantly, "I hope it lives</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3070180475566466889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ravished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3070180475566466889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693520874817099930/posts/default/3070180475566466889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedvoyeurstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ravished.html' title='Ravished'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693520874817099930.post-5700817647925467710</id><published>2009-08-15T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:37:07.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honeymooners'/><title type='text'>Honeymooners</title><summary type='text'>"Let me get this straight," Beth finally said excitedly, "you have video tapes of Jamie and Ed making love!!" "Uh, yeah," Ruth replied with a red face, "I can't believe I spied on my own daughter, but I just had to see what he looked like!!!" "And......." Beth asked softly, "how did he look!!" 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