Voyeurism

by Chaun Johnson

  Voyeurism

  Voyeurism

  Copyright © 2018 Chaun Johnson

  All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced mechanically, electronically, or by any other means, including photocopying, without written permission of the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission from the publisher.

  Cover Photo: Centcom Entertainment (CEO Roc Perine)

  Makeup: Brayzill Stevenson III

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  ASIN: B07JDW7PWR

  Printed in the United States of America

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to Candace. The love and support I received from Candace, plus the encouragement she gave to me that made me gain the strength and courage to complete this task can never be forgotten. Over the years Candace consistently pushed me to do more, and she saw in me things that I did not even see in myself. To my babies, Kayleb and Kennedy, if you happen to stumble across this book when you become adults, don’t judge your Mema.

  I also dedicate this book to my loving mother, Glenda. Throughout my life, she has always been there for me…even when it seemed like she was not. She taught me the greatest lesson that a person could ever learn which is unconditional love. No matter what I did, said, or the choices I made, she always loved me. She also showed me what strength, courage, and sacrifice was.

  I love you all

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  The First Time

  A Marriage Unfulfilled

  Holy Shit!

  Never Enough

  Furry Baby

  Diversification

  BDSM (Baby, Dominate and Spank Me)

  Role Play

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  Andrea was sitting in her gray chair across from her client Frankie, listening to her tell how sex is consuming her thoughts all the time. At the time, Frankie went on telling her what happened to her yesterday at work.

  “I was sitting at my desk clicking away at my keyboard as this annoying lady continued to ramble in my ear. ‘Something has to be done. I don't understand why this....’ But as she continued my mind disconnected and started thinking back to the other night.”

  The flicker of the candles was in the background illuminating the room providing just enough light to allow their two silhouettes to be seen. Frankie was laying on her back watching the blades of the fan slowly turn giving off just the right amount of wind to mimic a cool breeze blowing through the trees. The sweet smell of Jasmine and Lavender was permeating from the essential oils being warmed on the night stand. Just then, Frankie began to feel the light touches rising up her legs, and her body started to react.

  “Hello! Are you there?” said the annoying woman on the phone breaking Frankie’s thoughts.

  “Yes, ma'am. I'm here,” she responded to the annoying lady on the phone. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

  “No! Obviously not!” Click...the phone hangs up. Frankie could not believe her girl was so heavy on her mind that she could barely remember what the lady was saying to her on the phone.

  Regardless of all the lady said to Frankie through the phone, she could still barely remember anything, as she sat there and continued to document the account of the annoying lady. But then her mind started to drift once again and played back the other night.

  Frankie started to feel the sweet kisses from soft juicy lips kissing her calf and rising to her thighs. She thought, how can simple kisses drive her to the point where she wanted to scream? Her body temperature begins to rise. The sweet kisses takes a detour and went on finding their way to her lips. She returns the loving kisses with the same intensity that is being fed to her. Grabbing her hands and pulling her girl closer to her, so she could feel her soft skin against her own. Frankie’s legs slowly move apart so she can get her love much closer to her. It seems like she cannot get enough. Kissing her was like drinking ice-cold water on a 90-degree summer day to Frankie...satisfying.

  Her lover took her hands and put them over her head and said, “Don't move.”

  The anticipation of what was coming next was almost unbearable for Frankie. The kisses run down the side of her neck making their way to her breasts. Frankie’s nipples become erect with excitement. Her warm tongue started to dance around and Frankie began to feel a direct connection being made between the sucking on her nipples and the pulsating of her clit.

  “Taste me.” Frankie begged.

  “You're not ready yet.” she responded.

  “Frankie, can you take a look at this account?”

  She snapped back to reality and was literally angry that she had been interrupted from her thoughts.

  FUCK!!! She screamed in her head.

  The short gangly looking chick from the customer service desk was standing there with her glasses almost to the point of jumping off her nose.

  “Sure. What is it?” Frankie quickly answered her question so the girl could scurry back to her desk, and so she could get back to her thoughts as if that is what she was being paid to do.

  Frankie looked at the clock and saw that it was 4:30 pm. She could not believe she still had 30 more minutes. Seriously! So, she decided to go through her email before she got ready to leave. Then her thoughts returned as she skimmed through her email.

  The juices that were forming in Frankie’s center were enough to quench her lover’s thirst. She started to lick Frankie inner thighs.

  “You smell so good.” She said as she planted kisses on Frankie’s thighs and came closer to her center.

  Frankie tried to touch her head to guide her to her spot.

  “I told you don't move.” Her lover said as she moved her hand.

  Frankie put her hands back above her head and started to move her hips with the hopes of her lady’s tongue finding its way to her pussy. Then it happened, and she almost exploded. That first lick to her clit was always the one that made her gasp and causes her back to arch. Her lady began to lick and suck her sweet spot. Frankie’s breathing got heavier, and the moans began to escape her lips.

  Her lover grabbed her thighs and put her legs up so she could eat more comfortably. Frankie put her hands on the back of her head and moved her hips with the same rhythmic motion of her lover's tongue. Then she started to do that trick where she sucks and licks Frankie’s clit at the same time, and she could feel herself heading towards ecstasy. Frankie didn’t want this to end.

  “Slow down baby. I don't want to cum yet.” Frankie moaned.

  Her lover slowed down and ran her tongue up and down her middle to bring the intensity down.

  Frankie thought to herself, ‘I could get lost in her forever.’

  As her skillful lover continued, she found herself getting to the point of no return...and she knew it. Her lover found her spot again and her toes started tingling, the waves began to flow through her body, her grip on the back of her head tightened...and then she exploded.

  “Yes...yes...yes!” Frankie screamed.

  Her lover entered her to take her climax to the next level putting her legs on her shoulders. Frankie’s body trembled. The feelings of her exploring the inside of her took Frankie’s breath away, and she was trying not to run from the pleasure she was receiving. To add insult to injury, her love tasted her again while going deep inside of her. Then she felt her right nipple being teased.

  Frankie was trying to handle the stimulation from three different places, which was enough to drive her insane. And once again...she exploded. Suddenly, Fran
kie was being flipped over and put on her knees. Once she was put in the perfect position, she was penetrated again. Frankie lowered her body down putting her breasts on the bed allowing her lover to have deeper access to her soul.

  As she continued to be penetrated, she felt her lover’s soft hand running up and down her spine. Frankie pushed back on her so she could take her in even more. Her lady found her G spot and again...she exploded.

  Frankie fell on the bed exhausted from her multiple trips to bliss. Her lover hovered on top of her planting kisses on her back, sending aftershocks through her body.

  Frankie mustered enough energy to tell her, “It's time for round two.”

  Her lady knew that meant it was her turn to be pleased.

  “Frankie, it's 5:01 pm. What you doing?” her coworker says.

  She came to her senses and grabbed her keys, her purse, and her phone as she headed to the door. She opened her text messages and searches for her lady’s name to compose a message.

  Last night you took me to a place that I've never been, and I now want to permanently reside there. You picked me up and dropped me off at the corner of Intoxication and Ecstasy leaving me just moments from losing complete control.

  Can we do that again? I'm on my way home.

  By the time she had arrived at her car, she had received a response.

  Come back to your happy place. *kissing emoji*

  Frankie thought to herself as she smiled, ‘Wow! What am I going to do with this woman?!’

  She could not believe she was at work and had this detailed account of what happened.

  “I am afraid it may start to interfere with my work or my every day activities for that matter. What is my problem?!” Frankie exclaimed to Andrea

  This is just one of the many stories Andrea hears every day as a Sex Therapist.

  The First Time

  Andrea sits in her office looking at her calendar to see when her next appointment would be. She leans back in her black leather office chair with the high back and rests her mind for a moment before she prepares for her 2:00 pm appointment. She kicks her black stilettos off onto the cherry wood floors and realizes she hasn't even eaten lunch yet. She knows she needs to eat something, so she doesn't develop a headache in the middle of one of her sessions. There is nothing like trying to listen to someone's sexual problems while fighting through the pain. She didn't become the number one sex therapist in Atlanta by not listening and giving half-assed advice and direction.

  Andrea's phone goes off, and it’s a text message from Brian.

  Hey beautiful. How's your day going?

  She smiles and responds,

  It's amazing now that I've heard from you. I have 3 more appointments today, and then I'll be free.

  Great. I'll call you at 5. Is that ok?

  She quickly types a response.

  That's perfect.

  Andrea must snap back to reality and bring her mind back from thinking about Brian to her large office with the floor to ceiling windows decorated with the contemporary decor filled with grays and soft greens. Thank God for a best friend that is an interior designer. She is thinking about the last date her and Brian had and is so excited he messaged her.

  It is now 1:15 pm and she needs to hurry and eat her salad and drink her Smartwater. This healthy eating thing is a struggle sometimes when you so desperately want a burger from Grindhouse. But to maintain her 36-24-40 build at 5'6," she must put in the work by eating right and exercising. After finishing her lunch, she goes to her private bathroom, brushes her teeth, freshens her makeup, and puts her black stilettos back on. Making sure her black pencil skirt is on straight and her fuchsia blouse is tucked in her waist band. She is now ready for her 2 o'clock session.

  "Ms. Charles, your 2 o'clock is here." her receptionist Denise announces through the intercom on her phone.

  "Thank you, Denise. I'll be right there."

  Andrea goes and opens her door and sees Erica sitting timidly in one of the chairs in the waiting room nervously tearing away at her cuticles.

  "Hi, Erica. Come on in"

  Erica jumps a little at the sound of Andrea's voice. The average person would look at Erica and wonder what in the world is she doing in a sex therapy office. Because when looking at her, the only problem you would think she has, is that she is probably not having any sex at all. Erica’s outward appearance is very deceiving when you observe her and camouflages what is really going on with her. At first glance, what you see is a thin woman with a messy bun lacking self-esteem. Erica barely ever makes eye contact and walks with her head down. The long beige skirt she wears flows almost to her ankles, which is accentuated by her Brown Birkenstock sandals accompanied by the creme top and brown cashmere sweater that washes her out and causes her to fade even further into the background.

  Erica walks pass Andrea and hurries into her office. She quickly finds her seat on the gray couch with the green Pier I Imports pillows. After sitting down, she immediately grabs one of the pillows and sits it in her lap. Andrea tells Denise to take messages for any calls rather than sending them to her voicemail, so it doesn't distract her during her session. Denise nods and Andrea closes her door. Andrea sits in her gray chair across the cherry wood coffee table from Erica and crosses her brown toned legs, placing her voice recorder on the table and hitting record.

  "Hi, Erica. How have you been since our last session?"

  Erica looks up and takes her glasses off allowing her hazel eyes to show. "I have been ok. But I think something has happened that may cause me to go back into the dark place I just worked so hard to get out of."

  Erica had started seeing Andrea last year when she believed she was addicted to sex. She found herself jumping from man to man to have as many orgasms as possible and trying to reach a higher level of ecstasy than before.

  "I thought you had found happiness with your fiancé and it became easy for you to focus on just one man. What happened?” Andrea asked.

  Erica looked down at the green pillow in her lap and softly responded, “I did, but then we had a threesome.”

  Andrea repositioned in her chair. “Go on.”

  “Glen came to me and said he wanted to have a threesome. He said it was something he had always fantasized about and thought it would be good for us to do something like that before we got married because once we were married, he did not want to have any outside factors coming into our marriage.”

  “Are you even attracted to women?” Andrea asked.

  “I had looked at women in the past. Stolen glances in the locker room or noticed a girl that had a nice ass go by, which I believe contributed to me not being totally comfortable with how skinny I am and that I don’t have any kind of curves. I figured I was just looking at what I wish I could have.”

  Andrea probed, “But that is not answering my question. Are you attracted to women? There is a difference between looking at a woman because you wish you had her size of breast or wish your behind was bigger and looking at a woman because you find her attractive.”

  At that moment, Erica began to nervously pick at her cuticles again and avoided eye contact with Andrea. She finally answered, “Yes. I am attracted to women. But I never acted on it. I just filed that away in the back of my mind because I knew that was not normal.”

  “So, what happened with Glen?” Andrea asked.

  Erica sat back, drooped down in the couch and laid her head back. Andrea got comfortable as well because she knew when Erica did this she was ready to purge and tell her story.

  Erica’s Story:

  After Glen asked me that question a part of me was shocked and appalled, but then another part of me woke up because I knew I had been attracted to women for years but I had always ignored it. Glen has known me since high school and he did not even know that about me. I had not shared it with anyone but my best friend and at the end of the day we just laughed it off and never did anything with the information. A part of me felt like I had to say no because I never wanted Glen
to look at me in a negative light. I was about to be his wife for goodness sakes. But he came to me and asked me again, so shouldn’t I do it to please my man. I sat there torn for what seemed like an hour but only a minute had passed.

  Then I asked Glen if he had ever had a threesome before and he said he had not. I asked him if he had someone in mind and he said he had a friend that he thought would be interested in doing it for us. At that instance, I immediately got defensive and asked him if this “friend” was someone he had been intimate with, but he assured me he had never been intimate with this lady and they were just good friends. So, I paused, wondering if I knew this girl.

  “Who is she?” I asked.

  “Heather.”

  “Heather that lives in Chicago?” I asked.

  “Yes. She is the only Heather I know.” Glen said laughing.

  I was shocked. I had met Heather before, and I remembered how fine she was. I was a little intimidated when I met her because I looked at her and wondered why in the world Glen was with me when he knew someone like her. Heather was tall, light-skinned, with sandy brown hair that came down to the center of her back. She had light brown eyes that when the light hit them, they almost looked like they had red in them as well. She had thick full lips and a Marilyn Monroe mole above her lip on the right side. She had thick thighs, nice hips, a nice round butt, and breasts that looked like they could easily feed triplets with no problem. Heather was bad! There was no way Heather would be even remotely interested in sleeping with me. I had the body of a thirteen-year-old boy. I still wonder at times why Glen wanted to be with me, but he tells me all the time how beautiful I am to him.