Sensual Neighbors Novels & Stories

I wondered. I walked slowly towards the window with my arms wrapped around me. I grabbed the window handles to pull them back to close it but I stopped midway when I noticed the lights next door. Who could that be? The house beside us was empty for over a year. I squinted and could actually see the inside of the room through the window adjoining mine. Like seriously, I could strangle the guy who constructed these houses like that. So damn close! Anyway, we finally got some new neighbours. What an odd time to move in though, I couldn't help but think. I just hope they would be nice. My parents could have some pals.

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

It was a wonderful sight to see. Our next door neighbors, Greg and Jane were fucking doggy style and Jane's tits free of a bra were happily swinging to and fro as Greg pounded her from behind. She was wearing pantyhose so I could only assume there was a hole for access or that one had been made by Greg. Watching our neighbors fucking was a real turn on and I had Beth remove the plug and get onto her hands and knees. Facing the other fucking couples, I slowly eased my stiff cock into Beth's ass. The tightness was incredible and I wasn't in any hurry to finish.

I’m babbling, my fingers scrambling, nails scratching the granite. I’m not a person anymore. I’m a collection of sensations: pain, fullness, the wet, slapping sounds of our skin, his filthy words in my ear. That’s when I see him. Mr. Henderson, my ancient, prune-faced neighbor, is standing at his kitchen window across the yard. His jaw is on the floor. He’s watching it all—my face twisted in ecstasy, Leo’s tattooed arms holding me down, my ass jiggling with every brutal thrust.

he said to me, and I nodded in agreement. He moved even closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his body. I couldn't help but smile in that moment, and I looked up to see his face just as the spotlight shifted away from us. Wrong timing! "My name is Kent, and I'm your neighbor," I heard his name, but I couldn't understand his last words due to the loud music. I simply nodded so he wouldn't notice that I was getting lost in my own thoughts again.

Her unit on the second floor had a perfect view of the unit directly across: wide glass panes, sheer curtains that were rarely drawn tight, and lights that stayed on late into the night. She noticed the neighbors on her second evening. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark tousled hair and a jawline that looked carved from stone—probably in his early thirties. She caught him shirtless once while watering the small balcony plants, his skin glistening under the fading sun. The woman was stunning: long auburn hair, curves that filled out her sundresses in ways that made Kira’s mouth go dry, and a laugh that carried across the courtyard like warm honey. They moved with the easy intimacy of a

“The neighbor. I heard him shifting around upstairs. You’re going to take it. All of it.” Emma’s eyes widened. The house was old, the walls porous. The neighbor Mr. Harlan, the retired accountant who had lived next door for ten years sometimes checked on them if the lights stayed on past midnight. She could picture him sitting at his kitchen table right now, the thin drywall between their houses carrying every sound. The thought made her pussy clench around Mark’s cock. The plug vibrated faintly against his length, adding pressure.

"I didn't know you'd be here tonight." "My family's always invited. I just don't usually bother coming." Vanessa's gaze slid over to Everly, curious and assessing in an entirely different register than Cynthia's professional scrutiny had been, something more personal underneath it. "And this must be the girlfriend everyone's been discussing all evening. I have to say, Nathaniel, she's lovely. Much better instincts than the last one you brought around, from what I hear." "Vanessa." Something tight entered Nathaniel's voice, a warning wrapped in a name.

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.

Then there was only darkness, consciousness. At the sound of soft music flowing from the surround system, Beyoncé’s Dangerously In Love, I opened my eyes. Nelly was standing at the end of the bed, stark naked, a small packet glinting in his hand. "You vibrate like a fucking cell phone when you're about to come. That's...sexy as hell.” And it was freaking amazing! Damn, I want to do that again. And again. And again. I gave him a satiated grin.