My Next Door Neighbor
Her lips were soft, warm, and sweet, like honey, and I couldn't help but feel lost in the moment.
Her eyes widened, and she seemed to want to pull away, but I held onto the back of her neck, gently but firmly, and she froze. A soft, almost involuntary sound escaped her, and I felt her relaxing.
There's something about the sounds some women make—it's like they're woven with something deeper, something that pulls at you. Lesley's sound now was like that.
I didn't want to let go, and my hand, almost on its own, reached beneath the edge of her nightdress, moving upward. She tried to push my hand away, her body trembling.
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