Horny Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

I opened the door of my neighbour's house and walked in. There was a dog laying on the ground but as soon as I entered, it started barking loudly. “Quiet Barney, kn trying to make a call." The man yelled I walked towards the sound of his voice and heard a little bit of what he was saying. “I'm calling to report a finding. Yes... Yes... The recent case in the news where a weird man abducted the sheriff's daughter.... Yes, the Mr Wells case... He's my neighbor... I'm affirmative...."

“There’s many of us who wouldn’t disagree.” Adrienne rolled her eyes and groaned. She wanted to tell her friends about her new next-door neighbor. But after hearing how obsessed they were with him, she decided not to inform them. At least not yet. She knew the minute she told them, they would have a stakeout in her apartment. Not that she minded having them over. She didn’t want Justin Adams to realize that his neighbor and her friends watched him in his own private refuge like he was a goldfish in a fish tank.

The morning after our intense night, sunlight filtered through the curtains, warming my skin as I stretched languidly in the tangled sheets. Richard and Jake had left early for work, their goodbye kisses lingering on my lips and neck, a reminder of how thoroughly they'd claimed me. My body ached in the best way—sore pussy and ass from their cocks, bruises blooming on my hips from their grips. But the satisfaction was fleeting; my mind already raced to the next thrill. The neighbor, Mr. Harlan, that rugged widower next door with his salt-and-pepper hair and broad shoulders—he'd been eyeing me for weeks, mowing his lawn shirtless, his gaze flicking over whenever I sunbathed by the pool. Today,

The story was like a well-worn comforter, familiar and comforting despite its predictability. As I reached the end of the story, I saw an ad that read, "Searching for a roommate who can give me inspiration." At first, I thought it was strange for someone to ask for inspiration from a roommate, but I didn't dwell on it since Ren was finally emerging from the elevator, looking stunning in his well-chosen clothes. I stood up to greet him, but he seemed more interested in the fact that I was reading the newspaper. He grabbed the paper, saw the ad, and gave me a smug grin. I could tell he was up to no good.

*MY NEXTDOOR NEIGHBOR TURNS OUT TO BE A SERIAL KIDNAPPER, AND I'M A LIVING WITNESS,* the headline would read. But that would be in her dreams; the iciness in his topaz eyes spoke volumes of that. Denying that her teeth weren't chattering in fright from being alone with this ruthless neighbor of hers was a fat lie. Though, he didn't have to know. Especially how her walls were clenching beneath her. She felt the burn and the slickness mix at a time like a deranged slut getting off at the foreplay of a vulgar client. “I'd believe you better if you promised to bury me. Besides, I'm not leaving the little girl behind.” Despite the tremor in her legs, she raised her chin in defiance.

The crimson walls were a nice touch, the spiral staircase adding more drama to the house and when she led us to the backyard, damn I was pissed. The woman sure knew how to throw a barbeque. The men manned the grills just by the perimeter fence. The women were huddled together on different high tables gossiping obviously about us. The new neighbors. A few kids ran around the pool, thank goodness they had a few floaters in it. Jr was a good swimmer while Connor hated pools. “I have a fucking toothache”, Callan grunted behind me and I chuckled. It was too mellow even for him. The lights peppering the wall were bright enough to wade the moths away and the guys weren’t exactly up to Callan’s stan

The knocking was more aggressive this time. Shana slowly opened her eyes and saw that the person outside the door was not someone she knew. "Open the fucking door." a woman shouted angrily "Who is it?" "It's Ms. Conny, your neighbor," said Ms. Conny angrily. "Oh, Ms. Conny. What it is? " Dennis asked her sweetly. "I know you two are newlywed. But can you please lower your voice when you guys are 'doing' that? " Ms. Conny complained, "Children are living in the building you know?"

I furrowed my brows and looked at the neighboring house where the voice came from, but quickly averted my gaze when I saw him. He's smirking towards me. He's sweaty, topless, wearing red jersey shorts and matching basketball shoes. He looks like he just finished playing basketball. Anyway, he's Ero Martin, my handsome, sexy new neighbor. He moved in next to my house last week. We're not close because he seems arrogant, and all he brings is trouble. In the past week since he moved in, I've seen different women going in and out of his house.

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

Chapter 1:Michael dreamed of a date with Lucy Clayton Michael's 'troubles' began when Miss Calvin moved in next door. Michael's father had died several years earlier, and Michael lived with his mother in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. The house next door had been empty for several months and it did not take too long for Michael's mother to volunteer him for the task of tidying up Miss Calvin's back yard.