Neighbor Chronicles Erotica Novels & Stories

I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons. I'd seen every kind of lunatic imaginable, including the creepy exhibitionist guy, the schizophrenic teenage girl, and the fitness trainer who brought home different muscular men every night. In the beginning, I figured a divorced woman raising a child alone probably had it rough, so I tried to be patient and kept things peaceful. I never expected her to take advantage of people like it was the most normal thing in the world. Everything she said was appalling, and she had absolutely no concept of basic decency. Honestly, I'd never met anyone like her before.

I quickly soaked my painties, making a mess upon his pyjamas. "What do I do about the mess you just made?" He asked me." Hey, look at me." He squeezed my cheeks and turned my gaze to meet his. "You're such a horny girl." He smirked. He grinds his leg harder and harder into me. Reminding me to be quiet every now and again. It would be so humiliating if Ella caught us in that position. "You're a good whore," he moaned, reminding me as he pushed himself into my sex, feeling the heat emanating from me.

"Late show again. I pick the movie." His eyes darkened with interest. "Yeah? What you got in mind, Ari?" I showed him my phone, the listing for a hardcore erotica film—explicit, no holding back, the kind with intense scenes that would make anyone blush. "This one. On purpose." He laughed low, pulling me on top of him. "You're turning into a little freak. I love it. Let's go."

“Rub that pretty pink pussy on me until you fall apart, baby. Ride me like the filthy little thing you are.” God. Something inside me snapped. My hips rolled faster, rougher, the fabric dragging across my clit so perfectly I could barely sit upright. My nails dug into his skin and Alaric let out a low groan. He barely felt pain, but he felt it underneath my touch. Something about that seemed so personal… so erotic. I could hear the distinct sound of a phone buzzing somewhere but it was drowned out by all the noise I was making. “You’re close already, aren’t you?”

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

She really had. But every time she looked out the window and saw Marcus next door. The tall, broad-shouldered neighbor with that deep voice and the way he looked at her like he wanted to devour her. Her body betrayed her. Her pussy would throb, her nipples would harden, and her mind would spiral into filthy fantasies she had no right to have. Tonight, the ache was unbearable. With trembling hands, Emma carried her phone into the bedroom. She propped it up against the pillows on the bed, adjusted the angle so it would capture everything, and hit record. The small red light blinked on like a dirty little secret.

Ever since a couple moved in next door, I've become addicted to the thrill of peeping on them. Megan Steele's an aloof doctor during the day, and when night falls, she transforms into a vixen. She wears lace and wields a leather whip. Their moans and groans seep through the wall, and I let their ebb and flow gradually calm the heat burning inside me. The next morning, she slips a note into my hand. "Peeping is no fun. It's much more exciting to experience it yourself." That night, she knocks on my door and invites me to spend the night with her. I foolishly think love has fallen into my lap, only to realize that it's a honey trap engineered to put me behind bars.

I got home, my parents weren’t home so I heated up some left over pizza and ate I went up took a shower and got the idea to take a sexy pic of myself and send to him I let my towel fall and I took a nude picture. And sent it to him in a view once setting He wasn’t online but he will get it later. I dialed coco “ hey girll now what’s the teaaaa?” “ how do you know there was tea?” “ you don’t ever call me to say hi bitch so tell me” She sounded so excited “ I almost fucked the professor” “ what? When? How?” “ today roughly 30 min ago” “ almost? What went wrong?” “ he had some crazy ass kinks you wouldn’t believe it”

MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER - STORY 2 ~Marcus’s POV~ I was already damned, so why pretend otherwise? Last night in the kitchen I had my son’s best friend on his knees, then bent over, tongue-fucking his virgin hole until he shot thick ropes of cum all over the wall while shaking. I loved the fact that I was his first. It was the next afternoon. Ethan had finally crashed hard after gaming until sunrise — snoring like a dead man in his room.

“I mean, I was just saying. She added, dragging my hands in hers. C’mon let’s go inside. I followed suit, involving her in a conversation. “Babe, guess what! Sophia's brows furrowed, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “Spill the beans, Christy, what’s going on?” “I met this handsome godly temptation of a man”, I continued. Sophia’s eyes widened. “A man? She repeated. “That you had to describe him this way?” I nudged her again. Grinning. While Sophia didn’t genuinely crave intimate relationships with men, she acknowledged that the practical necessity of such encounters was solely for the aim of conception. I continued with my story anyway. “He is a massage therapist. ”Chief brought him in to hel