Old Thot Next Door Novels & Stories

Just stone walls, warm lights, and wide glass windows. Somehow, the guys have beat us home. Then again... I might've driven a little slower than usual. “Hey, maid!” Spencer breaks contact from the kiss he’s having on our couch, making out with a... a purple-haired girl who has one of her boobs out. Hart blinks blankly, responding slowly, “Gardener...” "JESUS CHRIST." She spins and covers her own eyes, all of her sense returning to her at once. Spencer laughs and returns to his make-out session. Gross.

But this old man came knocking on the door. As soon as he entered, he looked displeased, seeing Alina, he almost raised his hand to hit her. Alina sat on the office chair, frowning, looking at the old man in front of her: "Mr. Quitman, what's wrong with you?" "We haven't seen each other for many years. Have you forgotten the rules of the Ethelred family? Since I came in, you haven't even offered me a cup of tea." Hearing Mr. Quitman say that, Alina laughed: “We don’t sell tea leaves here. If you want to drink tea, go downstairs and turn left two hundred meters out of the door, there is a tea shop there, you can drink tea there.”

Title: My Married Neighbor Filled My Ass Every Afternoon Chapter 1 His name was Marcus. He lived right next door with his wife and their two little kids. Marcus was thirty-six, tall, dark skinned, with a thick muscular body from working construction. Every time I saw him outside without his shirt, sweating while fixing his car or cutting the grass, my cock would get hard. He had a deep voice and a calm way of smiling that made my stomach flip.

My best friend insisted I get a professional to check the entire place for spy cameras, so I did. Finally, my life resumed normal once more. I started looking for a new lady roommate. This time, I was much more cautious than before. I no longer want another creepy roommate. Late at night, when all was quiet next door, I finally had the night to myself. "That idiot. If he were to watch the video earlier, he would have realized I'm not a woman." Yes. Yours truly, a man.

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

Despite her age, and she was clearly approaching fifty, she did not hesitate to look vulgar, and her hoarse, low voice from the ton of cigarettes she smoked only emphasized this. - Good evening. “I’m your only adequate neighbor—Martisha Loksen,” she stopped just a meter from Marcus and smiled at him carnivorously. Then she casually nodded her head at the neighboring house and added, not without a hint of disgust: “There lives an old man who has fallen into deep insanity.” He now has a new round of paranoia because of his precious cat, which has never seen the streets - he is sure that she was kidnapped and is now being tortured in some basement... A crazy senile... And the houses on the oppo

the old lady asked. Derrick politely nodded. “I'm the tenant next door,” she said. “That young man didn't leave his room for the past few days. I saw him leave this morning and go back with his clothes soaked in rain." The old lady sighed in frustration. “He would sometimes shout. I would hear some loud slamming of walls and breaking things. He was a good neighbor, I don't know what happened to him. Are you perhaps his friend? It would be better if you check him now.”

To pay nanny fees, I’m gonna have to forfeit a few nonessentials on the grocery list until further notice, including butter. After finishing the toast, I drink a gallon of water to cure my dry mouth, and take out the card again. Barbed fucking wire. Not like I should be surprised. The neighbors are nuts and hate kids with a passion. To them, Otis is a dog they don’t want anywhere near their property. “What’s that, Mommy?” Otis leans over my shoulder and tries to read the card. “Nothing, baby. Just work stuff.” I slip it back into my pocket before his next question is about the silhouette of a busty woman displayed on the card.

Its been a whole week of silence and I was ready to end it. “Are you the new neighbor?” said T.K who just returned from work. “Yes I am.” replied the new neighbor whose voice rang a bell. I looked up and our eyes met. I was puzzled and began shivering all over. I got up and ran all the way to the bar. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. “Mother, Mother.” I was screaming while approaching the bar. She came out with a bottle of whisky, placed it on a customer’s table and stared at me in confusion. “Fetty what is it? Where are your younger ones? Hope all is well.” She said while shaking me all up. “They are all fine.” I said while gasping for breath. I held her hand and took her by the co

"My business ruined. One fucking dead-end job after another. No money. You fucked up my life, you bitch!" The next door along opens and a head pokes out; an old lady with blue-rinse hair and a face like a wrinkled apple. She takes us in with gimlet eyes then, "Don't mind me. I hear this too often. When I do, I leave my door open so she can run in here 'til the whiskey's worn off." From inside, another yell and a thump. "That's enough," Michael mutters. "I'm not having this." He turns back, knocks on the door. "Mitch, open the door. It's Michael again."