Novel & Cerita Neighbor Chronicles Erotica

- VALEN'S POV “Harder! Yes!” A naked Cheryl knelt on our long brown leather couch with her palms on the armrest, doggy style with nude Devin ramming into her from behind. “I'm going to cum! Oh, Devin.” Slapping sounds of my best friend’s sexual exploits in our cabin at sunset weren't what I wanted to hear or see when I teleported from Dark Wolverson. Tits, hair, and ass cheeks bounced in a frenzy as moans and grunts filled the living room.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

Marina I woke up sore. My thighs were still faintly sticky, my pussy tender and sensitive with a deliciously deep ache that sent a dull throb through me. It was a reminder that I’d been filled for the first time last night by my uncle. God, those were words I never thought would ever be true but here I was, the memory sending a fresh gush of heat between my legs. Every filthy fantasy I’d ever touched myself to had come true in one brutal, perfect night and now my body knew only one craving: his cock. The massive, thickly veined and unforgiving thing that had reshaped me from the inside out. I rolled onto my side, squeezing my thighs together. The pressure against my oversensitive clit dragge

WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️🔞🔞 THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW EROTICA SCENES. PLS, DON’T READ IF YOU ARE BELOW 18 🔞YEARS OR LACK CONTROL OVER YOUR SEXUAL EMOTIONS. I STILL REMAIN ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR “WORLDCUP”. ENJOY YOUR STORY. 1 — ANNABEL The bathroom was the only place in this house where I could truly be alone with my own hunger. Steam fogged the mirrors, turning my reflection into a ghost of curves and shadows as I stood beneath the harsh fluorescent light, water still beading on my shoulders from the shower I’d abandoned.

Nobody knows how much Lev is willing to pay just to have his peace back. The thing is, he also knows to himself that the peace and quiet that he wanted have become something priceless the moment his new neighbor moved in. Loud music on speaker, shouting on the phone-name it. It seems like that his new neighbor knows everything except for silence. And what could be the worst thing that can come from next door? Sex! Loud moans and all the other sexual sounds! Bed creaking, loud begging, ragged voices and heavy breathing, moans and moans and moans!

Every night, in Nova Lima, the sound continued to echo between the two houses. The wet sound of flesh hitting flesh. Hoarse, Minas Gerais-style moans. “Fuck me, damn it…” “Deeper, you bitch…” “Fuck me hard…” “Take my cum…” Sometimes it was eleven at night. Sometimes it was three in the morning. Sometimes it was in the afternoon, with the windows open. The closest neighbors must have noticed. But nobody said anything. Maybe they were afraid. Maybe they were envious. Maybe they simply knew that complaining was pointless—those two were incurable.

Themes: Mysterious stranger, slow burn, one night-stand, BDSM. The call came in just as he was clocking out. Jace didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was. A sigh escaped his lips as he wondered if he’d ever get a break from the client who ordered late at night, mostly when he was about to check out. It was the client from the penthouse suite, the same client who ordered at odd hours. Not wanting to stall him or delay his own checking out later than it already was, he picked up. “Room service, Jace speaking. Good evening, how may I help?”

Pulling me close to him, he pushed as hard as he could against my vagina, letting all his warm juices flood into my vagina. Rolling over, I put my legs on either side of him as I began to move up and down, pounding my vagina against his hard penis. Moving his hands to my thighs, I felt my body start to shake as I was reaching my climax. As he squeezed my breasts and flicked my hard nipples, I climaxed screaming out his name. Laying on his chest, we were both panting as we tried to catch our breath. Sitting up on the couch, Glenn stood as I wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Nipping at my neck, he made his way to the stairs and up to our room. Laying me on the bed, he

A couple of years ago, my wife and I separated and were in the process of seeking our house. She moved out and I downloaded Grindr. It showed that there was a 19 year old 60 m away. He messaged me and told me that he liked older men. I was 44 at the time. I quickly figured out that it was my neighbor's son. His parents are my friends. It didn't take long to figure out that I was his neighbor and he told me he used to watch me working on my house while he played with his cock. He sent me pics. His cock is beautiful. I sent him pics of mine. He loved mine too. I could see in his bedroom window from my ensuite bathroom.

Four weeks, three days and two and a half hours was the exact amount of time since he’d walked into the La Terrazza bar and fallen deep into his very first full-blown erotic obsession. He’d only gone into the place out of curiosity. He’d been working late and felt stressed out, pissed off and bored with his relatively mundane existence. La Terrazza was a notorious sexual stomping ground, and as a young man whose turn to stomp was long overdue, he’d arrived with high hopes, a genuine thirst, and the beginnings of a very nice hard-on. He’d expected glitzy people, pricey drinks and plush, slightly pervy surroundings; what he hadn’t expected was “The Weirdo’...