Just Go With It

Last night I went to the pictures, as I usually do on a Saturday night, and saw a double feature of The Green Hornet and Just Go With It. The Green Hornet was the better of the two films, but Just Go With It was the inspiration for this post, because the little girl in it is an acting student who talks about the rules of improvisation, and the whole movie is about characters improvising within a made-up framework. So lets forget that it is a typically predictable Adam Sandler comedy (although based loosely on the classic play Cactus Flower.) SPOILER ALERT : He ends up turning down the hot blonde for Jennifer Aniston (pretty hot herself) in the end. (Is it too much to ask that one of these Hollywood romantic comedies go for something different and have all of the characters deciding to live together in a polyamorous relationship?) Still, it has plenty of genuine laughs, two hot chicks in bikinis and a guy picking up a coconut with his butt cheeks. So it's not all bad. The important thing is that it provides a peg on which to hang a post about how the rules of theatrical improvisation can be a huge help to the creative writer.

Super hot Brookyn Decker (although Jennifer Aniston also looked hot in a bikini)

The key rule of theatrical improvisation explained by the little girl in the film is that you have to accept anything which another person says. You mustn't block the improvisation by saying something like "That's not true" or "It wasn't like that." You have to just go with it. Of course this leads to ridiculous situations in the film, for instance when a character is asked what he does for a living. He starts off by saying that he ships sheep, and then, when asked for more details he comes up with a convoluted story about how he sells sheep over the internet with purchasers choosing the one they want from photographs. And everybody has to accept it and play along, which becomes embarrassing when he says that Jennifer Anniston's character bought a sheep from him because of some kink that involved shaving it.

I've had an interest in the theory of theatrical improvisation ever since the late eighties when a friend of mine took part in Theatre Sports while studying acting. We had a team and I was the coach. This was really just a way of getting a bit of the glory without getting out on the stage. I did agree to fill in for a missing team member on a particularly important night - perhaps it was a final. I was shitting myself back stage, but, luckily, someone turned up to take my place. I read the book which inspired Theatre Sports - Impro : Improvisation and the Theatre by Keith Johnstone - to help me with the coaching. I'm sure they would have done fine without my help, but what I read in that book would pay off for me many years later.

Theatre Sports, in Adelaide, hit its peak while my friend was competing. The grand final packed out a 1,200 seat theatre, making it the biggest Theatre Sports audience in the Southern Hemisphere (at least up until that time). At that point Geoffrey Rush was the host. He would run out onto the stage wearing a helmet and make jokes about the flipping of the coin to begin the competition being "the first public toss of the evening" and he'd throw lollies out into the audience to keep the level of hysteria high. It was all down hill from there. Now he's starring in Pirates of the Caribbean movies.

Geoffrey Rush as smut-writing legend - The Marquis de Sade

Keith Johnstone's book should be read by all writers. Ostensibly it is a guide for actors wanting to learn to improvise on stage, but it also contains penetrating insights on topics ranging from education to obscenity to the psychology of repression. And, most importantly for writers, it explains in simple terms exactly how to go about making up a story and creating interesting dialogue. It contains scores of mental exercises for setting free the imagination. It is the ultimate cure for writer's block. And all of the principles I learned from it I started to put into practice when I began writing erotic stories.

Me writing erotic stories

One thing I learned is that anything that enters my brain could end up being the seed for a story. It's all a case of opening one's mind to the potential which exists in every tiny event or overheard comment.

I could be shopping at the supermarket, and an ugly old lady in front of me complains about the price of cucumbers. So I might think to myself, "What if she was a hot young woman who wanted the cucumber to masturbate with. She's too stingy to buy one at such a high price, so she has no choice but to go home and use the pretext of borrowing a cup of salad dressing to seduce her hot neighbour and satisfy her pussy with his meat-based cucumber substitute." Instant erotic story.

Lisa from Girls Out West discovers that cucumbers are good for more than one thing. They are also edible.

There are two big obstacles to creativity - self-criticism and self-censorship.

I've often said that the one thing which enables me to be imaginative in my writing is that I write trash. If I were to try to write a serious detective novel, I would, I'm sure, be hampered by self-criticism. I would want each aspect of my story to be scrupulously well-researched and believable. But because I write deliberately ludicrous smut, I'm practically free from this problem. No idea is too ridiculous, no gag too belaboured and if I've borrowed most of the plot from a movie I watched on television last night, that's O.K., it's a parody. I think that maybe even serious writers can benefit by convincing themselves that quality doesn't matter. If Shakespeare had known that students would be studying his work in 2011 he probably would have suffered terminal writer's block.

We may have many reasons for implementing self-censorship. An idea may be too crazy, too obscene, too kinky or too personal in what it reveals about us. But the best way to develop one's creativity is to allow all ideas to be expressed. This doesn't mean that all ideas need to be used in the final product. But if your mind gets used to being listened to it will keep feeding you the ideas.

No self-censorship here and I like her choice of  canvas

Let's say you have a character who is marooned on a desert island. There is no one else there and this is an erotic story which requires some sexual activity. At first you think you are stuck. But then you come up with the idea of having your Robinson Crusoe do the dirty with a dolphin. This gets you out of your bind, but, if you publish it as an ebook you will probably get banned for life from Amazon. So, having avoided writer's block by refusing to censor the perversity of your imagination, you now need to revise. Easy, you make the dolphin a mermaid and it is now Amazon-friendly. The important thing is that you didn't get stuck. (Though your character might have. I'm not sure how big dolphin's vaginas are.)

Perhaps the most important thing to remember about improvisation is that you can't find out where a path leads unless you go down it. And this is why it is important not to be too fussy about our ideas. A pretty mediocre idea, if allowed to develop in the mind, can lead to a great one. You'll never know if you reject it as mediocre. And, since writing is a private business, you have nothing to lose by giving ideas the benefit of the doubt. You don't have to show anyone the writing that you don't think works.

Sometimes it is the lateral thinking you have to do when you feel you've painted yourself into a corner which leads to the most effective plot ideas. I can't think of a good dramatic example from my own work, so I'll use an example from the career of Stephen King instead.

I don't actually know Stephen King. And I've only read one of his novels. So I'm going to engage in a bit of speculation here. All authors are alike, so imagining my way into Stephen King's thought processes shouldn't be too hard.

Always a master of horror, with Gerald's Game King decided that he was going to try his hand at writing an erotic novel. It begins well with the heroine handcuffed to a bed by her horny husband. "Wow!" thinks King, "this kinky sex play is seriously boner-popping stuff. A guy could get so excited by this that he'd have a heart attack. Hey, why not, that'll be a dramatic plot twist. The reader's won't see that coming." The only problem is that, having killed off Gerald, and with his wife still cuffed to the bed in a deserted wilderness area, there wasn't much opportunity for erotic activity. With her hands cuffed she couldn't even masturbate. He could have had a big muscly woodsman just happen by, but that would be cheating. It was only the first few pages of what was to be his great erotic novel, and Stephen King had painted himself into a corner. What to do? And then inspiration struck. A change of genre. Make it a horror story about a woman slowly starving to death and trying to free herself with acts of self-mutilation while reminiscing about having been molested as a child. He could even have her visited at night by a mysterious serial killer.

And so it was that a change of direction arising from a need to get out of the corner he painted himself into in the first few pages became the great idea which made his novel a success. Of course it was just another horror novel, and not the steamy lust epic he'd been planning, but he could always attempt that on another day.

And this example is itself an example of the same thing. I decided to write about how a creative leap when you get stuck can lead to some of the best ideas, and I wanted an example. I couldn't think of a good one from my own work, and, no matter how I wracked my brains, I couldn't come up with another off-the-cuff tale of cucumber or dolphin fucking. So I made a lateral leap and came up with an idea which will probably lead to me being sued by Stephen King for implying that, while an excellent writer of horror tales, he sucks at erotica.

Stephen King has never been one to let the grass grow over  him  when it comes to his choice of genres

One of the best ways of practising improvisation skills is to take part in the Twitterotica writing challenges - Wank Wednesday and Fuck Me Friday. In spirit these are very like the games that make up Theatre Sports. Also a lot of fun are multi-author stories. I've been involved in some of these in the past and intend to post some of my own contributions to them. And, who knows, maybe we can get something along those lines going here. Let's just go with it.

TwitUnErotica

Inspired by a book I once read called A Dark and Stormy Night : A Collection of the Worst Fiction Ever Written compiled by Scott Rice, for which authors competed to write the worst opening line for a novel, I thought I would do something similar using recent Wank Wednesday and Fuck Me Friday prompt words. The initiators of these writing challenges post these prompts on Twitter and various erotica authors write stories inspired by them, post them on their blogs and then link back to the host page and Twitter. The contributions have all been of a very high quality. So I thought it was time to lower the tone.

Tide

The angry red vaginal rash told Laura the laundrette attendant that it had been a mistake to use Tide washing liquid as an impromptu lubricant.

Tide Laundry Liquid

Rush


"Just relax. There's no rush," said the sex therapist. But, once again, Nigel came before he'd even got his pants down.


Bolt

"This will teach you to get fresh," said Dorothy, as she unscrewed the bolt that held on the Tin Man's penis.

The Tin Man

Wind

Mad Mick laughed hysterically as a gob of his spunk flew out of Filthy Philomena's cunt and hit the bedpost with a splat, blown there by the wild wind of one of her famous fanny farts.

Tilt

Niagaras of nauseating puke ran down over Pervy Pete's hair and face. He loved to stand underneath the Tilt-o-Whirl to look up girl's skirts, but his current predicament was one he had failed to foresee.

A Tilt-o-Whirl

Seat

Gladys wished that her husband would put down the toilet seat after he'd been in there having a wank.

Shield

Old Mrs. Grindle tried to shield the eyes of her niece from the sight of the flasher's tiny wizened penis and massive pendulous balls.

A Flasher

Dusk

"If Hollywood can do reboots then why shouldn't I?" asked Stephenie Meyer as she sat at her computer dressed only in a skimpy negligee and typed out the title of her new novel - D...U...S...K.

Skate

Noreen had hygiene problems. Nobody would go down on her because her pussy smelled like a three week old skate.

A Skate

Life, The Universe & Chocolate Bunnies!

Although the most important holiday for the Christian religion, celebrating its central figure's alleged return from the grave, Easter derives its name from a pagan goddess named Éostre. The concept of a new beginning and life's triumph over death are represented in the symbols of eggs and the notoriously fertile rabbit.

Whether one is a believer, or an unbeliever like myself, there is something to be celebrated at Easter time.

Some of my atheist friends act a little embarrassed by religious holidays and try to distance themselves, for instance renaming Christmas as Newtonmas (since December 25th was Isaac Newton's birthday.) To me this has always seemed kind of silly. Christmas and Easter, while specifically Christian holidays, are also about the celebration of things which are not limited to one form of belief, but are, in fact, universal. Christmas is a celebration of love, community and generosity. And Easter is a celebration of life's persistence and of fertility.

In recent times we've seen some terrible natural disasters as well as man-made conflicts troubling various parts of the world. The wonderful thing about life in general and humans in particular is that such things do not defeat us. In the wake of each disaster, the survivors reestablish their communities, homes are rebuilt, babies are born and life goes on. For me, this is what Easter celebrates. Death doesn't win.

But also it celebrates fertility. This is not just biological fertility. If I wished fertility on you, many of you would probably scream, "No, that's the last thing I need!" But fertility is not just about producing babies. It is about the fecundity of the soil in which we plant a seed, be that seed an idea, a monetary investment or a literal seed that we plant in our garden. To toast fertility is to wish that those seeds bear fruit. Unless they are vegetable seeds, in which case it would just be weird for them to bear fruit.

One need not believe in Heaven or Hell to believe that life is not limited to our physical bodies, finite as they are in time and space. Our deeds and our ideas sow seeds which can have a life of their own, bearing fruit in places we will never visit and also long after we cease to exist as individuals.


The internet is the perfect example of this. The inventors of Facebook, Twitter or Google could die tomorrow, but that which they created would continue to have a life of its own, providing a conduit for social interactions the outcome of which noone can possibly predict.

Recently I've been taking part in the Twitterotica challenges created by Ruby Kiddell and Aisling Weaver. Here is another example of seeds which bare fruit. A seed word is sown over Twitter and lands in the fertile minds of sundry degenerates who set to work to create some prime filth. Nobody could predict the fruity tales of debauchery they produce. These in turn are disseminated over the net where they themselves perhaps inspire much stiffness and wetness of generative organs. And what happens after that is anybody's guess. But the point is that a simple idea in one person's mind ended up effecting the lives of many in ways that they will never fully know.

So what can make us more fertile in this broader sense? Well, just as the fertility of a woman is unlikely to bear fruit if she doesn't open her legs, so an open mind is most conducive to the success of productive endeavours of all kinds. And nothing stands in the way of such success like a closed mind. The most wonderful of creations are those which could never have been predicted. And the belief that we can predict the future closes us off to the seeds of such creations. Few of us would claim to be psychic, but we think we can predict the future when we say such things as : "I'll never get that job promotion!" ; "No member of the opposite sex could find me attractive!" ; or "All my problems will be solved when I win the lottery!" It is welcoming the unknowability of the future with open arms and following ideas to see what they lead to, rather than presupposing that they are worthless, which allows us to make the most of life's creative principle.

But let us also not forget that Easter is a time for perving at scantily clad girls in bunny ears and eating lots of chocolate!

Also not a bad time for catching up with a movie or two or some reading. Here are some suggestions :


MOVIES


The Religious Aspects of the Holiday


Jesus Christ Superstar (1973)


Ted Neeley makes for a whiny, annoying Christ, but it is all about Carl Anderson's dynamic Judas, Yvonne Elliman singing "I Don't Know How to Love Him", and Josh Mostel in his bathing trunks asking Jesus to walk across his swimming pool. Andrew Lloyd Webber's finest moment if you ask me.


The Gospel According to St. Matthew (1964)


Who would have guessed that a movie by an atheistic communist homosexual would come in at number two on Pope John Paul II's recommended movies list. A starkly beautiful film in the Italian neo-realist style. A counterpoint to Pasolini's last film Salo, the watching of which is a bit like being crucified.


Ben-Hur (1959)


One of my all-time favourites, this has it all. A crucifixion scene which can even ring tears from a devoted heathen such as myself, the splendiferous spectacle of the naval battle and chariot scenes, and lashings of homo-erotic chest-baring and muscle flexing.

Life of Brian (1979)


Look on the bright side of life with a comic masterpiece which, contrary to the views of some of its critics, is not disrespectful to Jesus or his believers, poking fun, instead, at those who are less discriminate in their faith-placing as well as at bureaucracies and misguided forms of rebellion.


Chocolate

Chocolat (2000)


Chocolate as a source of romance and eroticism. A charming film from the director of Abba : The Movie.


Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory (1971)


Tim Burton is a genius, but Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was not his finest moment. Go back to the original film starring Gene Wilder. And it has a classic song in "The Candy Man".

Rabbits

Harvey (1950)


Films don't come any funnier or more charming than this tale in which Jimmy Stewart's relationship with an imaginary giant rabbit causes consternation to all around him.


The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Movie (1979)


Everybody's favourite rabbit - trickster, anarchist and inveterate cross-dresser. There's no-one like Bugs and this movie was a showcase for some of his funniest cartoons.

Night of the Lepus (1972)


If you are truly perverse (and if you're not, what are you doing on my blog?), you'll want to check out this mind-numbing horror misfire, supposedly based on a novel called The Year of the Angry Rabbit by distinguished Aussie author Russell Braddon. It's all about giant mutant bunny rabbits that eat people! The original title of the movie was going to be Rabbits, but they were afraid people wouldn't take a horror movie with that name seriously. Needless to say, they still didn't take it seriously.

EROTICA


Chocolate

Heidi Klum...yum!

Lavender and Chocolate by Dalide (Lady Laid Bare)


Read this mouthwatering story and then break out the chocolate bodypaint with your partner!


Hot Cross Buns

Emily Winters and Tender-Bottomed Girl always have buns which are hot and cross from having received the spankings that naughty girls such as themselves so richly deserve. So why not go sample the sweetness of their just desserts?


My Favourite Easter Bunny

Rosie, model and photographer for Girls Out West.

Peeping Movie 1 : Just Looking (1995)

The other night I sat down to watch a movie. It wasn't this movie. It was another peeping related movie. But about 15 minutes into the movie it stopped. (Don't worry, I now have a copy that works, so I'll get to writing about that one soon. On the other hand, given that it was directed by Doris Wishman, the woman responsible for such notorious cinematic atrocities as Deadly Weapons and Nude on the Moon, maybe you should worry.)

So I started watching this movie instead. The only problem was that it was not the movie I thought it was. In 1999 Jason Alexander (George from Seinfeld) directed a movie called Just Looking which was about a fourteen year old boy who vows that, before the end of the summer, he will witness a man and a woman in the "act of love". The trailer looks great, it's set in the fifties, Gretchen Moll is in it and it has been praised for its nostalgic charm.

That's the movie I thought I was watching. So I was a bit taken aback when the first fifteen minutes were all about this nerdy guy in his thirties living in what, in the 1990s, passed for the present day. He was obsessed with watching the lady next door get undressed, but otherwise I couldn't see how this was going to turn into a story about a boy coming of age in the 50s. Surely, I thought, this is just a prelude and at some stage he will start reminiscing about when he was a boy back in the fifties. The fact that a 33 year old in the 90s would not have even been born yet in 1955 never occurred to me. I'm just not that good at maths.

It was about the 25 minute mark that I realised that this just couldn't be the Jason Alexander movie. So I looked on IMDB and discovered that the 90s produced two movies called Just Looking. The one I was watching was the earlier of the two. A chick flick of no particular reputation.

Ah, well. It was about peeping. It had some boobies. All was not lost.

This Just Looking is the work of one Tyler Bensinger. He wrote and directed it. He never directed anything else. But he did write (and sometimes co-produce) episodes of television series like Beverley Hill 90210, Cold Case and Parenthood. Which probably explains why this movie comes across like a tele-movie. Maybe it was a tele-movie, but IMBD doesn't list it that way.

Jim (James LeGros) is an architect married to Mary (Michelle Forbes). They have a young daughter. Everything is fine, except that Mary seems more interested in her work for a travel agency than in making love with Jim. When she praises the youthful looks of her best friend and coworker Sherrie (Ally Walker), Jim says the Mary herself has a great figure. She laughingly calls him a liar, and politely rebuffs his offer to take her mind off her study with a little hanky panky.

"If only it was taboo for a man to have sex with his wife I think we'd all do it more often out of the sheer perversion of it," he tells himself as he pours a glass of milk in the kitchen. He can't stop thinking about the girl who lives across the way. Earlier that day, while playing on the balcony with his daughter and his neighbour's kids, he'd seen her undressing through her bedroom window.

The next day Mary and Sherrie are studying in a cafe. Sherrie is reading Mary's notes because she spent the class reading a dirty book.

She tells Mary that she spent the previous night making love on her boyfriend Craig's boat.

"It's amazing," she gushes. "I mean you don't even have to move, you know what I mean. The waves just kind of rock you back and forth. I had one of those exploding orgasms. You know the kind that just rocks you down to your toes."

Mary tells her she might want to speak up as the people at the next table might not have heard her.

"I don't care who hears me," she says. "I'm in lust."

When Mary gets home in the evening Jim suggests they rent a movie. She says she wants a scary one, but Jim admits he was thinking of something more "exotic". "Don't you think of anything else?" she chides him.

Later that evening he sees the couple across the way making mad passionate love.

He is holding his daughter's rag doll Tiffany in his hands, and his excitement is such that, without realising it, he tears it apart.

Aroused by what he has just watched, Jim crawls into bed with his wife. He tries to wake her, but she just rolls over and goes back to sleep.

In his imagination the woman he has been watching through the window turns over, looks him in the eye and calls his name.

When a colleague leaves, Jim has a chance at promotion. He tells Mary, but they are interrupted by their daughter complaining that her doll Tiffany is missing. Jim insists that he will buy her a new one. Mary thinks it is time she learned to look after her toys, but Jim says it might not have been her fault. Perhaps a squirrel stole it. 

Jim has brought home a spicy movie to watch with Mary, but she finds it laughable.

He then hands her a present.

It's sexy lingerie.

"Oh, the things I do for you," she says. Clearly she feels it is more of a present for himself than for her.

When he tries to bite through her suspender, he gets his teeth stuck.

Much to her amusement.

Jim goes back to peeking at the girl across the way through toy binoculars.

One evening he is caught by his neighbour Chuck (Kurt Fuller), who thinks he is playing at soldiers. "We're all fuckin' crazy as hell, you know that," he says, and tells the story of his brother who used to blow up cats by sticking explosives up their bums.

Jim's boss Darlene Carpenter (Marg Helgenberger) interviews him for the new job. But he can't put out of his mind his work colleague's advice to not look at her tits.

He looks.

And Darlene says she doesn't think he is ruthless enough for the position.

Meanwhile Sherrie persuades Mary to consider a new look.

When Jim gets home Mary tries to console him about not getting the job. But he is trying hard to pretend he likes her new short haircut.

Sherrie tells Mary she doesn't want to live without passion in her life. Mary says that just because she doesn't break out into a sweat when she sees Jim it doesn't mean their marriage has no passion.

Mary finally meets Sherrie's hot boyfriend Craig (Steve Weber).

When Mary gets home she decides to put some passion into her marriage. But unfortunately Jim has just been having a wank.

So even though she uses the ice cube trick from Sherrie's dirty book, Jim experiences "technical difficulties."

Jim has more bad luck when his wife's friend Alicia (Mary Mara) walks into the video store just as he is about to rent a porno video. He hides it behind his back, but...

...the manager loudly praises his choice of film. "Good choice," he says. "Very popular. Some Like it Hot and Juicy!" Alicia smiles as she goes out the door.

This leads to a heated argument between Jim and Mary.

Jim says that the only reason he rented a porn film was because he was feeling horny and didn't want to be rejected by Mary. She accuses him of acting like a child.

"Well, I guess I'm just not ready for middle age yet," he replies.

"Did you just call me middle aged?" she asks. "Because, if recall correctly I'm not the one who experienced technical difficulties last night."

That night Jim walks in on Mary watching the porno. She asks him if he wants her to be like the porn stars. He tells her he doesn't.

"If that's what you want I'd do it," she says bitterly. "I'd probably have to get a boob job though, and some lyposuction. Definitely a brain reduction."

"If you want one of those girls so badly, why don't you go out and find yourself one?" she asks.

"Maybe I will," he says sadly.

"Well, maybe I will too," she replies.

Mary goes to Craig's place with Sherrie.

Craig nudes up and goes in for a swim. Sherrie points out the tattoo over his butt to an embarrassed Mary.

Mary is even more shocked when Sherrie tells her than she told Craig that she and Mary had "fooled around" with each other.

She says it turned him on so much it was "almost scary." She also decides to go skinny-dipping.

Meanwhile, Jim is back watching the couple across the way make love.

Mary strips to her underwear and goes in for a swim with Sherrie and Craig. But she gets uncomfortable when Craig puts his arm around her.

Things are getting hot and heavy in the apartment Jim's spying on. He decides to use his daughter's monitor toy to listen in on what the couple are saying.

It works for a while, though he discovers the pair are foreigners who don't speak English. But when a squirrel knocks it off the ledge into the couple's apartment, he has to try to retrieve it.

Mary returns unexpectedly with Craig, who starts trying to kiss her. Jim runs over from his position at the window and yells, "Stop kissing my wife." He asks Mary why she was kissing another man.

She explains that she wasn't kissing him. He was kissing her. Then she asks him why he was hanging around that window.

And then she sees why.

And Jim sees what she sees.

And the sexy neighbour sees that she's been seen.

Sherrie is kind of pissed off, because Craig told her that Mary came on to him. She doesn't believe it though. She knows he is no good.

But for Mary and Jim things work out.

"I think sex is terribly overrated," says Mary. "It just kind of gets in the way."

"I personally can take it or leave it," admits Jim.

"I mean who could expect to have good sex after ten years anyway," she adds.

Then she give him that look.

And drags him into the bath with her.

The film is nothing terribly special, but it did make me laugh a few times and the women were sexy. And James LeGros is a talented comic actor. He reminded me of a young Robert Morse.

It's ultimately a very conservative film. Marriage is held up as the ideal. Poor Sherrie is looking for ground-shaking orgasms rather than wedlock, and so she is bound for heartbreak. Our married couple may be tempted to stray, but they never really do. But this is pretty much the standard formula for marital melodramas, which, in spite of all the comedy, is what this is.

If I were going to write a story along these lines I'd have Mary catch Jim perving at the neighbours, grab the binoculars away from him to have a look herself and find herself mesmerised by the guy's naked bod. And so Jim and Mary would be reunited by a shared love of voyeurism, fucking and wanking each other happily while perpetually peeping. But that sort of thing doesn't happen in Hollywood.

Another Great Voyeurism Story

Surf on the Beach by Cherry Sweets

Since I did my main posting on peepers I discovered this wonderful story about a bird watcher who gets more than he bargained for when he spys a woman sunbathing topless.