My Hot Neighbor Novels & Stories

I'll have to find an excuse to wear it for him next time he cums - oops, come here. God! I'm so hot I'm almost trembling and it's really time to head for the bedroom. I almost make it when, "ding dong", the doorbell rings! What the Hell?? No one EVER comes to my door except Ted. I almost ignore it, but then figure I better check, just in case. I go look through the peeper. OH FUCKING GOD! It's my neighbor, Bob, the neighborhood stud! Or he would be if his damn wife, Sue, would ever get more than six feet away from him. Actually, she seems like a very nice lady, and now I'm the one being catty, but she knows what she's got, and protects it. I peek again

Especially when they wore glasses and looked like they belonged in a forbidden romance novel. They say the quite one fuck the hardest? Somewhere behind the door across the hall is my hot new neighbor gathering tools. Completely unaware that he had just become the newest mystery I would love to solve.

My soul kind of ached too, but I didn’t want to get that dramatic about it. Besides, I really don’t know him well enough. Except that we exchanged numbers the other day and he’s my neighbor. Roman finally spoke. “Why didn’t you call me?” I laughed—like a wounded cackle. “You mean my hot new neighbor who I’ve exchanged all of my shame with? Oh sure, let me put you on my emergency contact list right after my dentist and A****n delivery guy.” He didn’t smile. “We exchanged numbers that day. You could have called for help.”

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.

With a smile, he continued to read. —I think I’ve finally been cured of my nasty hobby of spying on my neighbor. However, it’s quite possibly been replaced by evil plots of his undoing!— Trent didn’t like how that sounded at all, and his worries of her being dangerous came back to his mind. He shifted uncomfortably in his bed and glanced over in the direction of his neighbor’s house. What imagined offense did she contribute to him?

Its been a whole week of silence and I was ready to end it. “Are you the new neighbor?” said T.K who just returned from work. “Yes I am.” replied the new neighbor whose voice rang a bell. I looked up and our eyes met. I was puzzled and began shivering all over. I got up and ran all the way to the bar. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. “Mother, Mother.” I was screaming while approaching the bar. She came out with a bottle of whisky, placed it on a customer’s table and stared at me in confusion. “Fetty what is it? Where are your younger ones? Hope all is well.” She said while shaking me all up. “They are all fine.” I said while gasping for breath. I held her hand and took her by the co

This was one of the pretty girl privileges disadvantages, and this was the worst cause everyone just had the only intention of hitting on you and nothing else. As I drove steadily back home, I almost ran over a little kid. My heart started to beat fast immediately after the incident occurred. Within a few minutes, I arrived home. Opening the door and taking slow steps into it, I see Aiden sitting by the dining, taking a soft raspberry scone recipe and a chill drink beside him. "Welcome home Bee" Aiden called immediately he turned to see me. "What's your problem man? Go to hell" "Your mom said I should tell you hello and goodbye, she is at work already," Aiden added.

"(ahem) Worse? How so?" "Well, I sunbath in my backyard a lot. My son and I have started fucking out there, too. I just can't say no to him. I can't get enough of his fat fucking cock!" She paused and grinned. "But just recently I found out my neighbor's been watching me all these years." There was a gasp on the other side of the wall. "And he caught my son and I fucking. He tried to stop us. But we didn't. I couldn't. My neighbor stood there and watched my son cum on my face."

Kieran nodded slowly, like he didn’t fully buy it. “I see. I figured you looked tired, that’s why I didn’t reach out.” Then he smiled again and gestured toward his car. “If you can accept a coworker’s offer, what’s wrong with accepting a neighbor’s?” I stared at him for a second, then internally sighed. Hot neighbor, I corrected silently. My hot-as-sin next-door neighbor who I had a massive crush on and apparently merely any self-control around. “Okay.” I finally muttered. He grinned like I’d just handed him a medal. “Hop in.”

"Last night, Daisy was walking back from the patrol outpost at the edge of the woods." "She took the path behind Pack House, and someone grabbed her from behind — covered her mouth and dragged her into the trees!" Daisy clutched Harold's arm, trembling as she picked up where he left off. "I saw his face while I was fighting back." "It was Koda! He even told me he was the new neighbor who'd just moved in." My gaze settled on Daisy's tear-streaked face, and I cut in without warmth. "How exactly did you identify him as my son?"