My Sexy Neighbor Novels & Stories

After a series of muffled kissing sounds, Julian replied, “That’s what makes it thrilling. “These past years, Clara has become increasingly dull. Only you make me feel alive again...”

DANNY After finding Sexy Red at that race track, I was completely shocked. My mind was spinning with questions that didn't have answers. What was she doing jumping over my fence? If my nosy neighbor's words were true, then Sexy Red had been spying on me. Under different circumstances, I might have been flattered. An exceptional woman like her paying so much attention to me? Most men would kill for that kind of attention. But after the way she humiliated me at the club, splashing wine all over my pants in front of everyone, I didn't trust her motives at all. What was her game? Why embarrass me one day and then show up at my house the next?

She was going to flip! I called her immediately. She answered on the second ring. “Sofi! I was waiting for you to call. How’s work going?” In two minutes, I caught her up on everything related to work, skipping the small talk. And then I dropped the bomb: “I met my neighbor.” “Uh-huh. And? Is he hot? Did you already hook up with him?” I rolled my eyes, laughing. “You know I didn’t. But you know him.” “Know him how?”

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.

“I’m Isaac your new neighbor. I just transferred to my new place here last night and am still unfamiliar with this town and I thought you could lend me a hand. He asked. “Oh, okay what is it then? I shyly answered realizing I’m still in my sleepwear dress and my hair was messed up. “I just want to ask if there’s any nearby supermarket here in the area. while he is speaking, I simply straighten my messed hair. “Oh yes, when you come down you just straight ahead and turn right on 32nd Street. You can see one Hypermarket there it's small but if you need a bigger one you can go to 38th Street it's a 15-minute drive from here.” “Okay, Thank you for your help, Ms.?” Isaac said. “Bettany Wright”. “

Secretly, I want to pull his luscious lips back to me, but our relationship must remain a secret. Too many people already know. I don’t want more to find out. A soft, hearty chuckle spills from him as he leans back upright and glances down at his own script. “I don’t know if I can stop myself and do nothing.” Pleasure rushes through me and my body stirs to life at his deep and sexy voice. My mind races through the various naughty things we can do while working in a secluded corner. There are many dark corners here.

"Aah good morning beautiful ladies. Natalia care to enlighten me who is this beautiful woman?"While his eyes were trained on me. "Uh..h M..My bestfriend Zita.Zita this is my neighbour Etienne Martin." "Nice to meet you " Zita said "The pleasure is all mine." "Need any help ladies?" "Uh..no,we can manage".I stuttered. "Sure...Have a good day both of you." "That hot piece of ass is your neighbour?"exclaimed Zita.I sighed.

He asked, but I flinched from his touch, moving a step backwards. He smiled apologetically, looked down at my key card as he said, “ You are my neighbor?” “ Huh?” I asked, confused but he said with a smile, “ I'm flat 69.” But those words made it worse as my dirty mind buzzed with the sex position sixty-nine. I rushed out, throwing the words carelessly, “ See you next time!” “Or never.” I said under my breath as I took large puffs of the air. I looked behind me, but I could only see his figure entering the room opposite mine. I questioned myself with a grimace, “ So he's really my fucking neighbor? This is fucked up.”

“Straight to the point tonight, huh? Good. Because I’ve been watching you for months, Mrs. Hale. That tight ass in yoga pants every morning. Those tits bouncing when you walk. You’ve been teasing me without even trying.” The air felt thick and sticky. No AC. No lights. Just the soft lapping of the pool water and the distant hum of generators. I should have told him to leave. Instead, I dropped my arms. “It’s too damn hot,” I said, voice breathy. “I came out here to cool off. Not to get fucked by my neighbor.” Felix kicked off his sweatpants. No underwear. His cock hung heavy between his legs, already half-hard. Thick. Dark with a pink cap. My pussy clenched at the sight.

He shoots me a dirty look and hands me a glass of wine. I take it with an eye roll. “So tell me again why Mr. Dreamboat is so bad.” I stare at my gay neighbor with all the disbelief I can muster. “Seriously? You didn’t get the whole disaster-date vibe from the turning-up-late-and-ordering-my-food thing?” “Oh, shit. And the kiss was before you got in the cab?” “Yep. All that pent-up sexual attraction is gone. It was the equivalent of kissing your aunt on the old excitement scale.”