Old Thot Next Door の小説・ストーリー

A perfect reminder that she just received the best face fucking by a hunky sadist who happened to be her next-door neighbor. Can that be turned into an editorial? No, definitely not. “You don't get any brownie points as my hostage. We're just getting started, and you've broken most of the contract rules.” He voiced, going over to slip into his pants, tucking himself back in without washing up. Yes, because the remnants of her cum mixed with his was the most tantalizing scent, and he wanted to inhale her pussy scent like coke till it messed with his olfactory senses and he became incapable of perceiving any other smell.

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

Inside her own house, her mom was on the phone, pacing the kitchen, laptop open, heels kicked off. “I know,” her mom was saying tiredly. “Yes. I’ll be there Monday.” Ruby sighed. Business trip again. After a quick dinner alone, she retreated to her room. An hour later, she realized she’d left her charger downstairs. With a groan, she padded back down, passing the front window. That’s when she saw it. Next door. Lights flicked on in the Kingston house. One by one. Not bright. Not welcoming. Just… functional. And then she saw him.

It was plain brown, but the weight of it was significant, and the shipping label was stark, black, and expensive-looking. The address, however, was wrong. It read "Apt 3B," but he was in 3A. The name printed in bold, elegant font was "M. Thorne." Leo had lived in the Oakwood Gardens apartment complex for two years and had never met his neighbor in 3B. He’d only ever heard the faint, deep thrum of a bass guitar late at night and seen the occasional sliver of light under the door. The neighbor was a ghost, a nocturnal creature whose existence was marked only by silence and shadow.

I cautiously squinted through the peephole and saw the last face I ever expected to show up at my door. My grumpy, mean, old neighbor from next door. What business does he have? I jumped slightly when he slammed his fist on the door again. With a dramatic sigh, I twisted the knob and opened it. And instantly wrinkled my nose. Not because of him—but because of the god-awful smell. What is that? Did someone just die? “May I help—?” “You rude, dirty little woman!” he bellowed like Gandalf but make it evil. “If you think you can just ruin my whole night with your vomiting racket last night, think again! I couldn’t sleep at all. And now there’s all this construction noise going on in there!”

From the kitchen came the loud, rhythmic thuds of Ted mincing meat again. Suddenly, a detail I'd been overlooking popped into my head. This apartment was an inheritance from Ted's parents, and it was older than both of us combined. The soundproofing was practically nonexistent, and you could hear everything the neighbors did—washing vegetables, showering, or even flushing the toilet. The downstairs neighbor suffered from neurasthenia. If we made even the slightest noise at night, she'd come knocking on the door. Yet, despite Ted chopping away nonstop for the past two days, none of our neighbors had made a peep.

He had an elegant demeanor and gold-rimmed glasses. As soon as he closed the door, the noises began again. He obviously wasted no time picking up where he left off. Judging by the sounds, he must have been quite skilled. I rarely saw him leave his house. Maybe I should quit my job and set up a stall on his doorstep selling "protection", I thought. I doubt I'd need any other customers. I couldn't help but admire this satyriasis. 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.

The music was no longer playing and I guess that was a good thing. "Oh hi...i'm your neighbour, i stay in that flat over there" i pointed to my door. "I actually came to tell you that your music is very loud and I can't seem to sleep. So if you could please reduce the volume or better still, just turn it off. I would appreciate it." I said as politely as I could. "The audacity" He scoffed and looked at me like I was joking. Do i look like I'm joking?