Sex With Neighbor Stories の小説・ストーリー

Holding him there until the last aftershock faded. When he crawled back up I kissed him. Tasted myself. Tasted the neighbor. Tasted everything we’d become. He was hard against my thigh. I pushed him onto his back. Straddled him. “Your turn to lie still,” I said. I sank down onto him. Rode him slow. Deep. Controlled. Rolled my hips in the exact rhythm the neighbor had taught me. Clenched around him on every upstroke. Leaned down to bite his neck. Whisper filthy things in his ear.

I keep my plan to keep my hands off her long enough to return to my apartment. We take a moment outside the front door as I find it difficult to get the keys out of my pocket before pressing myself against her back and kissing the nape of her neck. The soft scent of her perfume fills my senses, and all I can think about is removing her clothes. "Are we going inside or are we going to put on a show for your neighbors?" " she inquires.

Their striking features became clearer and the shadows receded with each step they took on the stone stairs. Finally, they conceded that they were at the right destination. These hot, extraordinary men and their ravishing lady, Lexi, were the ones whose erotic images and videos had taunted them all. In the agreement they signed, it was stated that they would be having a 24-hour fuck-a-thon CNC sex with them, and they were so excited to begin. Jaxon and Zane Blackwood weren’t completely naked; they wore gray pants and stylish sneakers. “Damn, they’re seriously so freaking hot,” Mike gasped, his heart racing as a wave of excitement washed over him.

The cabin nestled deep in the woods, its wooden walls creaking under the weight of a stormy night, rain tapping against the windows like a secret rhythm. I stood by the fireplace, the orange glow casting shadows over my skin, my oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder, revealing the curve of my breast. I’d come here with him—my stepbrother, a secret I’d buried for years—seeking a weekend away from our fractured family. The isolation stirred something forbidden, my pussy tingling with every glance he stole, his presence a constant tease I couldn’t ignore.

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?”

I pound myself into her cervix and soon I follow. I fall onto her, claiming her mouth while she holds onto my neck. We lay there for a while breathing hard. “This wasn’t a quickie, Jacob.” She says quietly. “Next one will be,” I snuggle into her neck. She shrieks and tries to pull away. I grab and hold her tight to make sure she doesn’t get away from me. Not anytime soon. …… After having sex for one more time, which apparently wasn’t a quickie, I help her out with packing. It’s almost noon when I stumble upon her personal collection of vibrators.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

My legs is apart and for sure if there is someone outside our neighbor’s balcony, they could see what we were doing. He locked my neck so hard and kissed my lips as he thrust in a fast pace. And just like I got my release, he has also released his semen all inside of my wetness. We were breathing heavily as we ended our sex. “You’re so hot. Damn you, slut.” I chuckled then noticed something from the other house. Oh. Someone’s watching us. Keep watching bro. I faced Daniel then kissed his lips. He immediately responded and carried me. “I feel so full with your cum, sir.”

My neighbor Rhea and I probably have the most charmed lives ever. We’re around the same age, mid-30s, and live across from each other on a beautiful street filled with upscale homes. We both have husbands who travel frequently and leave us to our own devious devices. My hubby, Chris, knows Rhea and I sometimes play together. Our Sapphic hookups are a constant source of amusement and arousal for him. He gets hot when I tell him about our “lonely wife” strap-on sessions and nude pool parties.