Tim is drawn to his alluring neighbor, Cynthia, whose charm ignites a spark during a rainy evening chat. A seemingly innocent exchange quickly escalates into charged texts and an invitation for cuddling. Unaware that Cynthia is married, Tim steps into her home, anticipating passion but walking straight into a web of illicit desires and dangerous secrets without knowing who Cynthia really is.
View MoreThe echoes of Cynthia's breath were like the whispers of a fusion spark. Circling her wet clits with my finger caused a stirring in her which she responded to by slowly twirling her waist. Slightly, she sent her head backwards and arched her back in as the flame of my touch drew her towards me. She was a blush of passion, born from a diamond's embrace. My tongue played around her areolas and the surrounding swells of her graceful teats. I moved my finger from her clit and slid it into her wetness. She gasped, as if touched by the sigh of desire, creating a sizzling atmosphere. She was tight around my finger as I moved in and out of her wetness. My lips remained on her areola while I pushed into her deeply, but very slowly. She was dripping down there, coating my finger. Cynthia closed her eyes and lightly bit her lower lip before her lips parted to let out another gasp accompanied by a moan. She began to gently rock her hips as my finger played within her pleasure centre. S
Cynthia's home was always in view, and knowing she was just next door ignited a rippling dusk of youthfulness inside me, bringing back the teenager. I became hyper aware of my surroundings, that I had to look to the circumferential houses to be sure no one was peeking through their windows, and to make sure no one I knew was on the street. Still, I knew I couldn't use the front door if I had to give the illusion that I wouldn't be around until Sunday evening.I locked all the doors and carried the bag filled with my essentials as I made my way to the back door. I got out my phone and sent a message to Cynthia.Tim: Hey. I'm ready.Cynthia: Okay. Come through the backdoor.I wore a small smile, pleased that she shared my concern about the neighbours. Now the rest was up to me. I double checked and noted the street was quieter than expected. I crossed the space between Cynthia's home and mine, made it over a low garden wall, then I approached her backdoor. I knocked and Cynthia, a casca
I was wiping one of the ceramic plates I had just rinsed when my phone beeped. I set the ceramic plate in the plate rack and looked to see who the message was from. Cynthia's name stirred my heart to life, and I immediately lowered the white hand towel as I hastened to open her message. Cynthia: Hey. I'm home. I looked out the window towards her house, but I saw no movements, no open windows or parted curtains to suggest anyone was around. I looked to my phone and typed. Tim: Welcome back. When did you get in? Cynthia: I got in very late last night Tim: Oh. Have you had enough rest? Cynthia: I think so, only I woke up very horny this morning. I paused all movement at that message. But the urge to quickly reply stirred me. Tim: Seriously? Cynthia: Yes. It happens. Sometimes, it can occur for five days straight. Tim: Was this mostly based on the mood we created from our messaging each other, or was it just your mood? Cynthia: It was based on the mood we created during our me
“It's all good now, Mrs. Figgs,” I said as I checked the faucet of the kitchen tap.“So handy,” Mrs. Figgs said. “Sure I can't tempt you into staying for tea? I still know how to make you your favourite.”I smiled as my gaze met Mrs. Figgs, and refused to travel down knowing she was only wearing bum shorts and a tank top. There was a longing in her eyes, one that desired the sigh of pleasure's touch, and the rippling warmth of intimacy.She placed a warm hand against my arm. “Besides, there's no one home. I could do with a bit of company.”“You're so sweet, Mrs. Figgs,” I said to her. “I would love to stay. But I'm not really done for the day.”“Five minutes?”I considered her request. “Alright. Let me send a text to Charlie to let him know that I'm not quite done here.”Mrs. Figgs smiled and pecked me on the cheek. “Thank you.”She shuffled off, and moved to one of the cupboards to get out a can of milk, a can of chocolate, and a can of sugar.I leaned against the counter and got out
There was the prism of longing inside me, and a river that ached me to my very core, threatening to dry the sands of desire I had for Cynthia. Day's had gone by in silence with my yearning for Cynthia becoming a maze.Should I reach out, I wondered. Should I wait? Movies, work, and hangouts did nothing to distract my mind away from thought's of Cynthia. And now, here I was, seated on my living room sofa, waiting to gather the dust that was my heart when my phone beeped.I picked it up to see it was a message from Cynthia. With eagerness, I tapped to read the message.Cynthia: I miss you.As if before a kiss mirror, I stared at Cynthia’s message, hardly believing my eyes. I thought to ask her what she had been up to when I typed…Tim: I miss you too.Cynthia: It's cold again.I looked out the window, and basked in the soft press of the cold against my skin. I returned my gaze to my phone.Tim: Yeah. It is cold again.Cynthia: I really loved the cuddling of the other night.Tim: As did
Dawn was about to have its first blink when I woke up. Thoughts of facing a waking neighbourhood troubled me. I wasn't ready to face that, and I'm most certainly sure Cynthia wasn't ready either.Cynthia was still sound asleep. The sight of her breasts pulled me in and I closed my lips around her areola. I gently sucked on her nipple, and closed my eyes, relishing the taste of her. Cynthia stirred a bit and moaned from her sleep.I silently pulled away from her, left the bed, and moved to dress up. I contemplated between waking her up, and letting her sleep. What if I woke her and she found it difficult returning to bed?Not to be rude, I tapped her. She stirred.“Good morning, Darl,” I said.“Good morning,” she said with a croaked voice and turned to look at me with sleepy eyes.“It's almost dawn and I need to go.”“Okay. Would you want me to see you out?”“No, don't bother. Except maybe in locking the door.”“Okay.” Cynthia slowly got out of bed and got to her feet.I wished I didn'
"Tell me about your trip," I broke the spell. "What made you choose to go to that particular place?"Cynthia thought for a moment. "I needed to get away. To clear my head. Sometimes I feel so…suffocated in here.""I'm sorry.""Thank you.""Maybe we can escape together sometime if you like."Cynthia looked at me with a bit of surprise on her face. A slow smile appeared as if to mask her surprise. "Maybe we can."I let the thought of us together sink in.Cynthia asked me, "Would you like to have your bath?""Yes," I said.She led me up to her room, and pointed the way to the bathroom. I moved into the bathroom, and had a light shower.When I came out, I wore just my briefs and moved to her bed.Cynthia pulled down her baggy trouser, revealing the sweet curves of her hips, and she took off her top, exposing her braless self to me. She was like a rose-touched wave on a diamond tide, I couldn't take my eyes off her.When she moved to have her bath, I idly went through my phone and wondered
As if touched by the starlight haze of idle whispers, I had nothing going on for me that evening. And seeing the very next day was my day off from work, by Cynthia's moonlit grace, I couldn't pass up this invitation. I was before my wardrobe, scanning through clothes, wondering what to wear as if to silence the thumping of my heart within my chest.I took only essentials for the night. But before I stepped out of my house, I slightly parted the curtains to peep at the neighbourhood like a curtain twitcher on a furtive nighttime hunt. It was still raining, and with the shimmering streets void of any walker, I pocketed my phone and made it out of the house.I made my way to Cynthia's under the weather. I was in a black raincoat which was quite concealing, but even with the gloomy overcast, still, I felt a bit exposed.When I arrived at her door, I tapped the doorbell once and waited. Within seconds, the door opened, and Cynthia, like a celestial spark born from a diamond's sigh, was bef
True or false...no passion for a name was going to hold me accountable to this plot.As her neighbour, I had known Cynthia for a while, and we were just that. Neighbours...until now. Albeit, that grace that was her body, one capable of rendering a man speechless made me wonder why a lady like her was all alone in a big house. And seeing I didn't want to take the glory of wanting to justify myself around her considering we had just been friends for some months now, I liked where this was heading.I had told Cynthia about my interest in her, a thing I liked to remind her of, and while she did respond to it with a smile, I didn't think it would go any further. It could be that she liked that I was straight forward. I couldn't tell, but she wasn't the kind of lady that was captured by a guy's interest in her. She looked too big for that.She said she could never hint the kind of guys she dated so as not to give off a clue for me to adjust myself to her preference, and I guess she was smar
True or false...no passion for a name was going to hold me accountable to this plot.As her neighbour, I had known Cynthia for a while, and we were just that. Neighbours...until now. Albeit, that grace that was her body, one capable of rendering a man speechless made me wonder why a lady like her was all alone in a big house. And seeing I didn't want to take the glory of wanting to justify myself around her considering we had just been friends for some months now, I liked where this was heading.I had told Cynthia about my interest in her, a thing I liked to remind her of, and while she did respond to it with a smile, I didn't think it would go any further. It could be that she liked that I was straight forward. I couldn't tell, but she wasn't the kind of lady that was captured by a guy's interest in her. She looked too big for that.She said she could never hint the kind of guys she dated so as not to give off a clue for me to adjust myself to her preference, and I guess she was smar...
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