Hot Sexy Neighbor Novels & Stories

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

he said to me, and I nodded in agreement. He moved even closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his body. I couldn't help but smile in that moment, and I looked up to see his face just as the spotlight shifted away from us. Wrong timing! "My name is Kent, and I'm your neighbor," I heard his name, but I couldn't understand his last words due to the loud music. I simply nodded so he wouldn't notice that I was getting lost in my own thoughts again.

I was also shocked to know that my neighbor had tried to drug me, just so he could sleep with me. "Wow, some people are so twisted in the head," he remarked, then shrugged a shoulder. "Well, I can see why he would try that," his eyes traveled over my body, as though he was mentally undressing me. "With how sexy you are, a guy could be tempted." That made me blush for the second time. Jeez. This hot guy thought I was sexy? Careful what you say boy, or you'll make a girl wet and dripping. "Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked, the question leaving my lips before I could think better of it.

Hi, I'm Joe, forty-three, married, happily, and living in the 'burbs'. I've got an incredible wife, Babs, and a pair of twin boys Rick and Rob. We live a very normal life. Well, not quite. Babs is a sexual tiger. We have sex everywhere. Once the boys came along and got to the age where they would know, we had to stop fucking with them in the room. Babs and I have been caught sucking or fucking in a bunch of places and we've even done some swinging on vacation. But those are stories for another genre, right? This story is about our neighbor.

Jack's foghorn like voice thundered from the entrance of the Dinning room. Unlike the usual, she wasn't fearfully startled. Amy looked to his direction and could instantly feel the irritation from his face as he Grimaced. The lady in Aesthetic Honesty Sheath Style Spaghetti Straps Floor-Length Silk like Satin Dress in all her glory stood beside him. Her firm breasts made the dress look more glamorous. 'They certainly looked like accessories made for the dress'. How could any man not fall for her charms? Her nipples could be seen through this gorgeous satin dress. Amy was yet to reply her husband as her gaze went from Kim's décolletté close-fitted dress to the way their arms crossed. She has

Be in your limits or I will come and do all those things which you have been dreaming to do. * Stay away from all those men especially your neighbour or I won't be responsible for my actions. I know he is not at home. * How dare you go to your hospital in your normal look? Want men to appreciate your beauty. Want to attract them towards you?? Tell me with whom you want to try all those sexy things?? Then he sent me some very vulgar scenes from some soft porn movie or book.

He found her G-spot with every thrust, his thumb reaching down to circle her throbbing clit with a firm, relentless pressure. Outside, the first major explosion of the fireworks shook the windows. A burst of brilliant red and white light flooded the room, illuminating them in a strobe-like flash. The rhythm increased. Mateo’s gentleness was slowly being consumed by his hunger. His thrusts became deeper, harder, the wet, slapping sound of his skin against hers lost in the thunder of the fireworks. Ariana was lost in a storm of sensation—the friction, the stretch, the sheer, overwhelming reality of being claimed by the man who had occupied her dreams and nightmares.

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."

His surprise quickly disappears as the other man strips naked and bends the woman over the couch. Wetness pools in between my legs, and I move slightly around, trying to find a comfortable spot. Trevor lightly kisses my earlobe again and whispers, “There is more spice than anything else in the movie.” The woman on the TV and I moan together. “Ahhh…..”

“I wasn’t gonna attend, but since you’re coming — yeah?” I smiled. “Yeah. It’s not exactly… comfortable in here anyway.” I could feel her perk up. “What did he do?” she asked immediately, and I chuckled. “Well, he’s with a girl right now. They’re making out in the living room — and she’s being unnecessarily loud too.” I scratched my hair. I could still hear them. “That’s awful,” her tone softened. “You good?” “Now, why would you think I’m not?” I countered. Ridiculous.