Sensual Neighbors Novels & Stories

Only this was a small town and I didn't want Cynthia and I to be the neighbourhood gossip. Cynthia saw me to the door. “Hold,” I said and moved to the window close to the door. I peeped at the street through the slightly parted curtain and saw darkness was beginning to fade, but the streets remained deserted. I looked at the houses around and none of the windows were lit. I nodded. I moved to embrace the serene ember of Cynthia's body and I whispered, “Thank you.” She lightly caressed my back. “Thank you too.” I broke the hug and locked my gaze with her starlit gaze to see the look of longing in her eyes. They gleamed with a silent radiance that begged me to stay. But there were our neighbou

Liz's touch, on the other hand, felt like ice, leaving him cold and unresponsive. He felt guilty for even thinking about Nicole while kissing Liz. But he couldn't help it. His heart, his body, and his mind all seemed to be drawn to Nicole, even though she was just a friend with benefits. **** The night cast its dark shadow over the quiet neighborhood; Nicole stood outside the Smithson residence, her hand poised to ring the doorbell. She was holding a box of assorted chocolates and a bouquet of fresh flowers, a thoughtful gesture for her host. With a bright smile, Nicole rang the doorbell, the sound echoing through the stillness. She adjusted her hold on the chocolates and flowers, feeling a

“Pretty well… I guess. You’re… very bold this morning.” He grinned, nudging my shoulder lightly. “Boldness is part of my charm.” We walked side by side, talking about random things: the new bakery down the street, the weird neighbor who always sang in the shower, and a little impromptu debate about who could eat more chocolate without regretting it. But everything I said, everything he said, was underlined with that soft, electric tension from last night. At one point, he reached over and brushed a strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. My cheeks burned.

Nobody knows how much Lev is willing to pay just to have his peace back. The thing is, he also knows to himself that the peace and quiet that he wanted have become something priceless the moment his new neighbor moved in. Loud music on speaker, shouting on the phone-name it. It seems like that his new neighbor knows everything except for silence. And what could be the worst thing that can come from next door? Sex! Loud moans and all the other sexual sounds! Bed creaking, loud begging, ragged voices and heavy breathing, moans and moans and moans!

came the usual instantaneous retort. Selena scowled fiercely at her neighbor and old time enemy, Ashton Cooper. She couldn’t stand that guy but destiny always had a plausible reason to bring them together. Could it be because their mothers were best friends? Or was it the fact that Ashton lived next door to her apartment? Or more probably because her sister was married to Jake Crighton, the best friend of Ashton? Whatever the reason or reasons may be, she knew she could never shrug him out of her life the way she wanted to. A pity! “Don’t look at me like that, my ‘Touch me not princess’. You know I can’t resist you for long,” sneered Ashton giving her a sweet smile and coming closer to her.

" a sensuous voice purred. I looked up towards the direction of where the voice came from and I discovered it was my next door neighbour, Catherine. She was a black haired beauty with a sensuous body that made all the men in our apartment building drool over. Sadly, she wasn't my type and I had told her times without number but yet, she still keeps making her way towards me. Her cat-like eyes were most men's undoing but that didn't work on me because i was well above every tricks she might want to play on me. ''Catherine, Hi. How are you doing?'' I asked.

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

"Aah good morning beautiful ladies. Natalia care to enlighten me who is this beautiful woman?"While his eyes were trained on me. "Uh..h M..My bestfriend Zita.Zita this is my neighbour Etienne Martin." "Nice to meet you " Zita said "The pleasure is all mine." "Need any help ladies?" "Uh..no,we can manage".I stuttered. "Sure...Have a good day both of you." "That hot piece of ass is your neighbour?"exclaimed Zita.I sighed.

Every series has different characters, different situations, and a different story, but the attraction between the characters is always strong. This book is a collection of many hot and steamy romance series. Expect crushes that turn into heated moments, one-night encounters that lead to more, private games that become intimate, fake dates that become real, forbidden attraction, and people who simply cannot keep their hands off each other. Chris moved behind me. He bent me forward a little more. I felt the head of his cock rub against my wet pussy and he pushed in slow. I was tight but ready. He filled me and started thrusting. Each push made me moan around Tyler’s cock. “Yes…harder”,

It is thick with the scent of sweat and lingering cologne, the air heavy with the kind of quiet that only comes when someone is alone with their darkest cravings. “Nevan?” I thought. My upstairs neighbor sits on the edge of my unmade bed, the sheets still rumpled from the last time I’d tossed in them. His fingers twitched around the delicate scrap of fabric in his palm… my panties, stolen from my laundry basket. The lace is soft, almost weightless, but the dampness clinging to the crotch makes his pulse hammer in his throat.