Sexy Next Door Neighbor Novels & Stories

I snapped, pushing her away, “Get off me.” Nikita swallowed hard, standing at the centre of the room, “No, I was just curious.” Greg's mouth formed an O, “That doesn't justify you kissing me.” “Wait,” Felix snapped. He was still confused by the whole sudden drama. “I still can't wrap my head around the kissing part. She kissed you?” “Yes!” Greg yelled. “This sex-starving mother fucking neighbor walked towards me and kissed me.” “Sex starving mother fucking neighbor?” Nikita repeated and scoffed, “You potato! You think I kissed you because I wanted to? I was fooled by my hormones, your puffy lips tasted like fart and your tongue tasted like poop.”

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.

Aunt catches Jack with his pants down. >>>>>>>>>> Movie Magic Living next door to your relative does have a lot of disadvantages. You have to be careful when you come and go, who you hang out with, and what girls you bring home when your parents are away. The last one, is what started me on my road to sexual awakenings, so to speak.

I hurried down the hallway toward the elevator without saying a word, but I could feel his eyes on my back the entire way. Holy shit. The stranger who had given me the best sex of my life lived right next door.

and he went back to his room to play video games with his new joystick. The beautiful daughter went to her room to call her boyfriend and tell him how horny she was and to remind him that they had a date that night. "He can not get off the roof without the ladder," the momma said. "No, he can't" said the friendly neighbor. "He will call us when he wants to come down" said the momma, "Would you like to come inside for some refreshment?" "Yes, I would like that," said the friendly neighbor. Just inside the kitchen door the momma turned and went to her knees in front of the friendly neighbor. "You are big and strong so you must have a nice cock," said the momma as she unzipped the friendly neig

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.

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

Then Dad’s voice, low and rough, the same tone he used when he was on a work call but angrier, hungrier. “You like that, don’t you? Taking every fucking inch like a good girl.” My stomach flipped. Heat flooded between my legs before my brain could even process what I was hearing. I crept up the stairs, phone already in my hand like some automatic reflex. The master bedroom door was cracked open just enough for a sliver of lamplight to spill into the hallway. I pressed my back to the wall, heart hammering so loud. Through the gap I saw her first, Ms. Hendricks, our ridiculously hot divorced neighbor from three doors down. Forty-something and with a pilates body, always in those tight white te

Then Nadia moved in next door, and everything changed. I still remember that first day—helping her lug those heavy boxes up the stairs, watching her ass in those tight yoga pants every time she bent over, her full tits pressing against her shirt. I knew right then I was in deep trouble. Six months later, the obsession hasn’t faded. If anything, it’s gotten worse. I jerk off in the shower almost every morning thinking about sliding my thick cock into her tight young pussy, imagining how wet she’d get, how she’d moan my name while her married neighbor ruined her for anyone else.

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,