My Naughty Neighbor Confessions

Honestly, Sometimes a Girl Can’t Help It…

I have to confess, I have the biggest crush on my neighbor. Now, I am used to being the girl in the neighborhood that elicits longing gazes from everyone on the street. I never thought about what it would feel like to be the naughty neighbor myself. But now, with my dirty thoughts swimming in my head about him constantly, I think I can say… I kinda like it.

It’s been a while since a guy got me this excited. I’m having fun being flirty again like a blushing girl. We’ve always been friendly, since I moved into the apartment right next to his. From the first time I saw him, and he smiled at me with those bright hazel eyes, I knew I wouldn’t be able to help falling for him. It sure doesn’t help that he’s turned out to be sweet and funny, too!

What My Mind Can Ignore, My Body Can’t

It’s gotten to the point where I enjoy running into him at the mailbox. Actually, let’s be real, I plan my schedule around those “accidental” naughty neighbor run-ins. My favorite moments are the ones where he’s just finished working on building some project, and is running errands while still sweaty. I know this crush runs deep, because I crave getting that small whiff of his scent as we pass. I feel like my body has kept special note of that aroma. Honestly, I better watch myself, or else I’ll develop a Pavlovian Response to getting the mail…and it won’t be just my mouth that is dripping.

He must be starting to suspect something, because every time we talk, he grins at me like he’s onto my little naughty neighbor game. I used to get embarrassed about being so obvious, but now I like the way he stares a little too long at my lips, or how his eyes always wander lower when I’m standing close in the elevator. I can’t help it… sometimes I forget I’m still in my thin sleep shirt when I go to get the mail. Maybe I’m crazy but I think he kinda likes it himself, too. I love that he never really looks away. It’s just a sweet perk that he always holds the door just a moment longer than necessary.

When I Say My Body Yearns for Him…

I definitely think of him every time I masturbate. I don’t even try to, he just waltzes through my thoughts! All charming and perfect smiles, and those bedroom eyes making my heart leap when I remember the way our hands brushed while saying hello in the hallway the other day. I stopped trying to fight it a while ago. It’s more fun just letting my mind wander through my growing naughty neighbor fantasy freely! The memory of his glistening sweaty skin is enough to get my pussy glistening, too. I pet my pussy lips, remembering his scent, and I moan. It just falls out of my mouth. This deep guttural sound of pure hot longing.

Through the wall, I hear a cough. I freeze.

A number of sounds heard through an apartment wall can be considered innocent enough. But with my aroused thoughts thrashing about now, I am beyond finding the logic to play it cool. My hand is down my pants, and my hot neighbor totally knows about it, right on the other side of my bedroom wall.

What do you think should happen next? Maybe it’s too embarrassing to continue… But it is so tempting to just keep playing hoping he’s listening, don’t you think? Or maybe something even more exciting could happen next! You should call up your favorite queen of Goddess worship phone sex and we can chat all about it!

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