Neighbor Chronicles Erotica Novels & Stories

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

I needed money, and I needed it fast or I might die of starvation. I finished the rest of the pizza, washed my hands, and headed to the bedroom. It was cold, so I shut the windows tight before crawling under the blanket. But to sleep? Yeah, that shit wasn’t gonna happen. I kept rolling from side to side, because I heard the sound I’ve been dreading every damn night. Here we go again. The neighbor upstairs is a man whore. Loud moans started echoing through the ceiling while the bed creaking as if about to collapse. Then more groaning. Slapping sounds. Was this dude trying to break her legs or what?

His cum leaked out slowly, warm and sticky on her thighs. Mia looked up at him, cheeks flushed. "This doesn't mean anything." Ethan smirked, brushing his lips over hers. "Sure. Just like three months ago." They cleaned up quickly, wiping down with paper towels from the sink, straightening scrubs, picking up scattered charts. The room smelled of sex now, Mia avoided his eyes as she fixed her hair. As they stepped into the hallway, the night shift nurse passed by, giving them a curious glance but saying nothing. Mia's legs still trembled, the ache between her thighs a reminder of how thoroughly he'd wrecked her.

He was opening me up, claiming parts of me that had stayed dormant through all those years of sickness and hospital smells. His hand moved from my jaw to my throat, not squeezing, but just enough to let me feel his pulse against mine. He was relentless, his hips creating a friction that turned the remaining silk of my underwear into a useless, soaked scrap. Every time he bottomed out, I felt the vibration in my very bones, a deep, bruising intimacy that Manuel’s illness had stolen from us years ago.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

Aria Lennox stayed late in the office again. The floor was quiet and empty. She sat at her desk in the dim light, heart racing. For months, sexual tension had built between her and Thorne Valerius. Every time he walked past her desk, her body reacted. Her pussy grew wet at the sound of his deep voice. Her nipples hardened under her blouse when his silver eyes met hers. She knew he felt it too. His gaze lingered on her breasts and hips. His jaw tightened when she bent over her computer.

By the eleventh stair, the grunts turned to deep rooted growls mixed up with loud moans, all feral and needy. “Urghhh.. fuck me harder... just like that.” A sloppy, obscene sound followed, like fingers...A cock, thrusting into something wet and slippery. I stopped right in my tracks. My stomach flipped. No fucking way he was fucking someone in the same bed he shares with my mother.

Michael started spending more nights out with the guys, leaving me alone at home with our daughter Sophie, my body humming with unmet need. One Friday night, while Michael was off playing cards and the house was quiet after I'd tucked Sophie in, boredom and horniness collided. I opened my laptop and, heart racing, clicked into a chat room labeled F4F. When the others learned I was straight but curious, the messages flooded in—bold, filthy offers to be my first, to devour me in ways I'd only fantasized about. Their aggression both thrilled and scared me. Relief washed over me when I saw none lived within 500 miles. Still, their stories poured in: vivid tales of their own first times or detail

The sweet scent of her arousal drove him wild. Unexpectedly, he threw her upward, and her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. ‘STOP!!!’ Thor screamed, pushing past his barrier as the life of his Luna flashed before him. author's note: Chapter 3 will be the last on this story. The next is on a doctor and patient fetish. Imagine your crush being your gynecologist. You've fantasized about stripping before him, spreading those sexy slutty thighs, and showing him how good you are with instructions. Years later, he turns out to be your doctor, and he gives you one simple command: open your legs.