Passionate Neighbor Novels & Stories

Blanche nods with a small smile. Truth be told, I do not have to see the inside to know that I love it. The outside is just so beautiful. I bet the inside is just as stunning. "Let's go in." She says and we head to the door. While she was struggling to get the door open, I took the time to look around the neighbourhood. All the houses are very beautiful and well taken care of. The grass patches are all neatly trimmed with flowers and little plants on the sides. The different browns all clash and form a serene feeling over the whole neighbourhood.

She just slammed her door with anger. Charlotte invited Angela over to her home for some talk. “I didn’t understand when you said Trenton would get mad about Aiden being my friend. Now I understand.” Charlotte said. “What do you understand?” Angela asked. “The family feud between The Edward and Foster family.” Charlotte replied. Angela sighed.

~~Kent~~ I’ve been in love with my neighbor’s wife. No—not just in love. Obsessed. Consumed. It’s only been two weeks since they moved into the house across from mine in Willow Creek, our quiet little town where nobody new ever shows up. People here grow old in the same house they were born in. Strangers don’t just move in. But when I saw her step out of that car, when I caught that first glimpse of her face, I knew.

A mixed of mint and meadow grass scent. “ Go away, Mister Gregor! I don't want to be rude to you. I'm not in the mood to speak to anyone. “ Danielle's voice was full of sorrow. Instead of following her request, Anthony went closer to her and gave her a warm embrace. “ I know how you feel. But please let me stay by your side.” Anthony felt sad to see her mourning and he doesn't want to argue with her either. Danielle didn't object when she was held by him in his

I took advantage of the opportunity to rush to the front door and greet whoever was knocking. "It's 7:00 p.m., and you're disrupting our night. It's fine to party, but you seem to be having so much fun that you've forgotten about your neighbors! Stupid kids!" One of our neighbors voiced her displeasure. She even stole a glimpse inside and grimaced. She was probably judging my batchmates now in her head. Three of our neighbors are standing directly in front of my door right now; they are all people in their 50s with angry expressions on their faces.

“What happened to that mother and daughter who used to live here?” “Haha,” the neighbor laughed coldly. “They have already moved out a long time ago. You should stop harassing them too. They have already moved out; they are finally free of you.” “Where did they move to?” Tomas asked solemnly. “How would I know?” Tomas steeled his face, which was green with anger. The neighbor said, “Don’t you have an inkling why they didn’t even tell you that they moved? Hehe, even though I really couldn’t bear seeing my longtime neighbor move away, I still have to say, they did the right thing! With an ex-husband like you who keeps coming back all day long looking for trouble, even I would have moved and go

I answered finally, wanting to laugh out loud when I noticed the way she was heaving in and out. “So, back to our new neighbor….” I drawled, chuckling, unable to stop myself, when she scrunched her face. The girl was really a dummy. How could she be this passionate in anger about some guy she didn’t even know his name?? Well, I can understand though, Kaden was hot!! But still…

I expected an older man, but when the door swings open, a man probably a few years older than me pokes his head out. “I’m sorry to bother you, but my fiancé lived in the house next door,” I tell him, jerking my thumb at Fiona’s house. “The fire department says this is an arson case, and I’m asking around for evidence. Your neighbor said you have surveillance cameras. Do you mind if I look at the footage from that night to see if they caught sight of the arsonist?” The man grumbles something about naps and bothersome neighbors but waves me in anyway. He’s like those old men on movies that shouts at kids for getting on his lawn, but he can’t be any older than mid-thirties.

Standing next to him and rubbing her pussy, Sandy continued to survey all of us as we squirmed in unavailing passion and impotent desire. Suddenly I felt a warm hand take mine. It took me a second to realize that my neighbor had just enough freedom of movement to be able to do this. In a strange way it was this single gesture that made this dream so erotic, so memorable I can recount it here, nearly word for word.

She was smiling again, the discomfort from the elevator had been left behind, and that eased my irritation with that pushy neighbor a bit. "I love you, my flower!" I kissed her, a kiss that started on her mouth, then went along her jaw to her neck and then to that beautiful little ear. "But you know what, I'm going to fuck you good right here against this door now, make you moan really loud, just so that pushy neighbor of yours can hear and understand that you're mine! And then I'm going to fuck you again on that couch, on the living room carpet, in your bed, and under the shower. Nobody's sleeping in this building tonight from how much you're going to moan on my cock!"