Sex Stories Neighbors Novels & Stories

“ Damn ! We both growled . Greg started pounding me. My body slightly lifts upward every time he’s going in. My nails scratched onto his bare back as my moans are getting louder. I am catching my breath. I am still recovering from my climax when he pulled out his shaft. We are both catching our breaths. Greg encircled his arm on me as he leaned forward on my ears. This was so amazing Kelsy, and I can feel his heart beat faster. And his long shaft stroking again my back. Want another round? Greg teased me. I simply avoided my gaze and rolled my eyes inwardly. “I’ll change first before Aunt Eli got caught us. And oh! I forgot. Thank You for the wonderful sex today. I’ve, need to go Greg. I fla

She was unaware of the man standing on the stoop next to theirs watching them. Hank had seen the new neighbor and wanted to make sure that he saw a loving couple. “I say we go watch that new movie on A****n.” “OK.” She replied back with a smile. They finished their way to the door and went inside. Neo watched them but didn’t buy the act. He knew what was going on. That guy might have the police department fooled, but not everyone bought his story. Bunny had suspicions and when the apartment next door became available, Neo moved in.

I furrowed my brows and looked at the neighboring house where the voice came from, but quickly averted my gaze when I saw him. He's smirking towards me. He's sweaty, topless, wearing red jersey shorts and matching basketball shoes. He looks like he just finished playing basketball. Anyway, he's Ero Martin, my handsome, sexy new neighbor. He moved in next to my house last week. We're not close because he seems arrogant, and all he brings is trouble. In the past week since he moved in, I've seen different women going in and out of his house.

Chapter 165 No Holding Back *** Content Warning: This chapter is not suitable for very young audiences. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** In the past, Leila thought that she could never be this happy anymore. That being contented is enough. However, everything changed because of Hunter. Her enigmatic and cold neighbor. Everything turned upside down when she met him. Especially when she started getting to know him better. Who would have thought that they would end up together? Leila closed her eyes – as she felt the warm water falling from her the shower. It was easing her entire body from the exhaustion she felt for the entire day.

Josh rolled his eyes as he watched them kissing in front of many students inside the cafeteria. I couldn't take watching him kissing another girl so I harshly stood up. "Let's go, Josh!" I declared and pulled his hand as we headed our way out of the cafeteria. I hate him! . . . . . I was reading my book inside my room when I heard a moan of a girl from my neighbor's window and when I looked up, my heart stopped beating when I saw Jeonghan kissing Brittany on the lips. Oh great! Just great! I knew it was so wrong to watch but my feet wouldn't move and my head was spiraling wildly. What the fuck am I watching?

The morning after our intense night, sunlight filtered through the curtains, warming my skin as I stretched languidly in the tangled sheets. Richard and Jake had left early for work, their goodbye kisses lingering on my lips and neck, a reminder of how thoroughly they'd claimed me. My body ached in the best way—sore pussy and ass from their cocks, bruises blooming on my hips from their grips. But the satisfaction was fleeting; my mind already raced to the next thrill. The neighbor, Mr. Harlan, that rugged widower next door with his salt-and-pepper hair and broad shoulders—he'd been eyeing me for weeks, mowing his lawn shirtless, his gaze flicking over whenever I sunbathed by the pool. Today,

Lesley's face turned red, and she mumbled, "I... I thought you were Joe. I forgot we switched seats." Her voice grew so soft it was almost inaudible. Thinking about it, I realized she must have mistakenly thought I was Joe, given the position we were in before the switch. That explanation made my earlier thoughts seem much less exciting. I had imagined something more intense happening during this late-night movie with my neighbor's pretty wife. "You and Joe really seem to enjoy pushing boundaries," I said, teasing her. It seemed like she was trying to spice up her love life with Joe by doing such a thing in my presence.

One of them roared, “Someone dared to mess with our family? They must have a death wish! We’ll make them pay!” Vera nodded furiously. Her eyes brimmed with malice as she shot a glare at my door. Just as they were about to start pounding and causing a ruckus, the door creaked open. Victor leaned against the doorframe. A cigarette dangling from his lips as he sneered. “Wow, don’t you know that your yelling is disturbing the neighbors? I guess your hearing is gone. Better get to a hospital to fix that. And while you’re at it, you might want to get your brains checked. Seems like you’re all in the late stages of brain cancer.”

“Then you show up at my school and suddenly you are my boss, like that wasn't enough you show up at my street, the house opposite mine, and we are suddenly neighbors! And now you are telling me to my face that you want to explore more?!!!” She seemed pretty angry. She was getting emotional too. I looked at Logan and surprisingly he was still sleeping soundly among all the noise. “Avery, I am sorry if my words hurt you. I didn't mean for that to happen. There is just something about you. I can't help it” “I am not going to be your plaything, Axell. If you think being my boss or my neighbor will bring us closer to each other then you are in for a long run. I am not going to be a pawn you use t

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?”