Sexy Asian Neighbor Novels & Stories

I sternly said to my sister. “Promise, is it a she that bothering you right now? “Yeah, sort of, when I came to Ohio I met Bettany, my neighbor, and at the same time my employee. That time Jeff is still not around and I’m still clueless about the place. Bettany and I will become friends and I felt much more comfortable with her. Sometimes I smiled thinking about her that I didn’t even realize it. It’s my first time again to feel so alive inside and it scared me off”.

" Dino, greeted me and I smiled at him. 'What can I offer you Hyung?" 'A beer," I ordered as I strummed my fingers on the tacky bar top, hoping no one sat down beside me, and if there is, I hope it's the mysterious girl. Dino set the beer down in front of me but before I could pick it up and take the first swig, someone occupied the seat next to me. I was excited and looked over only to be disappointed when I saw a different girl. I could appreciate the magic make-up does to a girl's face, but not when she looked like she was punched and now was sporting two black racoon eyes.

The thought pushed her closer, walls fluttering, orgasm coiling tight. That's when it happened a flicker of light from below, the downstairs door creaking open. Sadie's breath caught, fingers freezing mid-thrust, but she didn't stop, couldn't, transfixed as a figure emerged: her neighbor, Mark, tall and broad-shouldered in boxers and a tank top, pausing to light a cigarette.

And why did it feel like she’d just brushed against something dangerous enough to destroy her? She unlocked her apartment with trembling fingers and stepped inside, leaning back against the door once it shut. Her chest rose and fell too fast as she tried to steady herself. This was ridiculous. He was just a neighbor. A rich, arrogant neighbor with an unsettling presence. Nothing more. Yet, even as she told herself that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had already been noticed in a way she couldn’t undo. Next door, Caeldrin Blackwood stood in silence as the door clicked shut behind him.

Everything suddenly works, humming in harmony. I fuck my sweet little neighbor like a man possessed. Like the viking she calls me sometimes, until she lurches up, shoving at my shoulders. I let her tackle me back. Of course I do. I'd never hold Tessa down, would never trap her under me—not unless she asked me to, anyway. And I'm rewarded for falling onto my back when my sweet wildcat of a neighbor scrambles on top of me, slinging a muscular thigh over my hips, perching proudly over me like so many of my dreams.

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Okay. Imagine the pure, incandescent urge to kick a woman you’ve just met square in her perfectly sculpted face, just because she annoys the hell out of you. That was me. I had the sweetest itch to kick that bitch. Yes—Sienna. My boyfriend’s cousin. I fantasise about redecorating her face. What in the actual fuck is wrong with her? Answer: everything, in the most exhausting, performative ways.

She was going to flip! I called her immediately. She answered on the second ring. “Sofi! I was waiting for you to call. How’s work going?” In two minutes, I caught her up on everything related to work, skipping the small talk. And then I dropped the bomb: “I met my neighbor.” “Uh-huh. And? Is he hot? Did you already hook up with him?” I rolled my eyes, laughing. “You know I didn’t. But you know him.” “Know him how?”

Hi, I'm Joe, forty-three, married, happily, and living in the 'burbs'. I've got an incredible wife, Babs, and a pair of twin boys Rick and Rob. We live a very normal life. Well, not quite. Babs is a sexual tiger. We have sex everywhere. Once the boys came along and got to the age where they would know, we had to stop fucking with them in the room. Babs and I have been caught sucking or fucking in a bunch of places and we've even done some swinging on vacation. But those are stories for another genre, right? This story is about our neighbor.

I was so close already — pathetically close. My moans grew louder, turning into broken whimpers. “Fuck me… please just fuck me…” I was right on the edge, thighs shaking, pussy clenching hard around my fingers when a smooth, feminine voice cut through the air like honeyed sin. “My, my… what a delicious sight for the new neighbor.” My eyes flew open. Sally stood just a few feet away, elegant in a flowing white sundress, watching me with dark, hungry blue eyes. The vicar’s wife. Early forties. Always so sweet and proper at church events.

Just as he was about to cum deep inside her, they both froze at the sound of a sharp knock on the front door. “Anyone home?” a woman’s voice called from outside. It was their neighbor, Mrs. Rebecca Lang. A beautiful 30-year-old woman who lived next door. She had always been friendly, sometimes a little too friendly with Damien. Selene’s eyes widened, but she smiled wickedly. Damien quickly pulled out of her, his cock still rock hard and glistening with her juices. They both scrambled to grab clothes. “Shit,” Damien whispered. “Stay here. I’ll handle it.”