My Sexy Neighbor Novels & Stories

Casey, an 18-year-old girl, is drawn to her confident 24-year-old neighbor. After dinner, he invites her into his room, where their connection deepens. He skillfully guides her through intimate moments, awakening her senses and emotions ******************** The air was thick with anticipation as Casey stood in the doorway of her new neighbor’s room, her heart pounding in her chest. The soft glow of a desk lamp cast a warm amber hue over the space, illuminating the sleek, modern furniture and the scattered books that hinted at his intellect.

she muttered. June closed her eyes for a moment, her heart pounding with sadness reminding her that she was broken. Good hell! She wasn't going to cry on the floor of her porch, with her ass on the cold snow that was starting to turn to water beneath her and the Christmas tree still behind her, she was nowhere near being inside the house, and that was just sad. As he was contemplating getting up from the floor something or rather someone blocked the sun's rays from hitting his face. «I can help you if you want, I don't think your cat is very interested in it,» he knew that thick, raspy voice, it was his sexy and very edible neighbor from across the street.

"I-I'm fine. You guys go sit down. I'll get you some coffee." When I brought the coffee over, Kian's eyes locked right onto my chest. He didn't even look embarrassed about it. He just reached out and copped a feel. Both of my breasts immediately molded to the shape of his palm. I was so startled that I spilled coffee all over my shirt. Kian pulled his hand back, looking pleasantly surprised. "Mrs. Tarell, you're so soft," he said. "I've never touched a Selrican woman before. Feels amazing."

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 words, not mine. "Okay, I won't throw you if you say that ' you are so sexy ' huh, what say?" he smirked and winked at me. Okay, that's easy. "Okay, I am so sexy." I repeated after him but he looked at me with a weird look before laughing. I felt his chest vibrating and I couldn't hold the smile which made its way on my face. This Max was different. I like this Max. He was laughing without caring about other people staring at him. He was as if laughing after a long time. He looks so cute and sweet.

I’ve fantasized about watching Officer Justin, my unbelievably sexy neighbor, for months. Does spying on your sexy neighbor/cop count as a crime because damn I'll need him to cuff me soon enough! My pussy tells me it does. Of course, my pussy is also the reason am stuck at the window in my room staring right across his room as I wait for my daily dose of endocrine. Hearing a car door shut, I tighten my grip on the window panel My heart races while I wait for lights to turn on in his house. How fortunate that our houses were next to eachother giving me clear view of his room, even his workout room.

"Oh God, here it comes." I arched my back and pressed my ass back as I felt his cock pulse and spurt it's potent load deep inside of me. When I felt him spray me with the last jets, I pulled forward, turned around, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. "That felt fantastic." I said. "So did you," he replied as he kissed me deeper. "The neighbors are having a little get-together tonight. Mind if I go?" "You mean the gay ones that just moved in? No, not at all." He said.

Lesley's face turned red, and she mumbled, "I... I thought you were Joe. I forgot we switched seats." Her voice grew so soft it was almost inaudible. Thinking about it, I realized she must have mistakenly thought I was Joe, given the position we were in before the switch. That explanation made my earlier thoughts seem much less exciting. I had imagined something more intense happening during this late-night movie with my neighbor's pretty wife. "You and Joe really seem to enjoy pushing boundaries," I said, teasing her. It seemed like she was trying to spice up her love life with Joe by doing such a thing in my presence.

My leg hit a stone and I wobble slightly, scared that my bags were going to fall but they didn't, thankfully. "May I help you with your luggage, miss?" A rich baritone voice asked and I almost gasped. The new neighbor, most likely. I had to mentally stop myself from gasping at how the voice flowed through my veins. That voice… so fucking sexy… And familiar? The smell of his perfume wafted into my nose and I instantly recognized the expensive scent, one of the most expensive perfumes I knew for men. Rich, got a sexy voice, I wonder if he was tall too. If he is, then I wonder if he would come upstairs and talk about global warming on a bottle of wine. My new neighbor could be sexy

I’m babbling, my fingers scrambling, nails scratching the granite. I’m not a person anymore. I’m a collection of sensations: pain, fullness, the wet, slapping sounds of our skin, his filthy words in my ear. That’s when I see him. Mr. Henderson, my ancient, prune-faced neighbor, is standing at his kitchen window across the yard. His jaw is on the floor. He’s watching it all—my face twisted in ecstasy, Leo’s tattooed arms holding me down, my ass jiggling with every brutal thrust.