You and I are new neighbors. We are friendly and wave when we see each other out in the yard, but we have never even had a conversation. I get invited to a friend’s wedding, but my date cancels because he ends up with the flu at the last minute. I decide to get a room at the hotel where the wedding reception is being held and make it a great night.
I walk into the reception in a beautiful low cut, sexy but stylish dress. Several heads turn, including yours when I enter into the room. I am pleasantly surprised to see you here. Our eyes meet and there is an undeniable spark there between us.
After dinner, I spot you again. I want you. You are talking with a pretty lady, but I want to steal you away from her. I decide to make my move. I stroll past you, hoping to catch your eye as I make my way to the bar. I sense you are right behind me. You hear me joking with the bartender asking “Where is the good stuff?” when I learn that they are only serving wine and beer tonight. We start chatting and we end up sneaking away from the party to main hotel bar for a “real drink”, a martini for me and a scotch for you. On our way back to the party, I suggest that we sneak up to my room so I can get to know you better.
You can’t resist my offer. You come up to my room for some naughty naked fun. I seduce you into doing some very sexy things to me, licking my ass, peeling down my panties with your teeth, sitting on your face until you make me cum in your mouth. We spend the next few hours kissing, licking, sucking, and fucking. You wake up in the morning with my naked body nestled next to you, the taste of me in your mouth, and the scent of me all over you.
I wake up and whisper, “Good Morning, Neighbor,” and kiss you, placing my hand on your morning hard cock getting you ready for me again.
Your Naughty Neighbor,
Morgan
You are the biggest LOSER I have ever talked to. Not only are you NOT a good liar but your not even very good at being money fucked either! We both know I could have fucked you harder and more if I really wanted to. But the truth is, you aren’t worthy of really getting fucked. It funny cuz every time I call you I feel like I have to punish you. I want to punish you for A. Being a Loser and B. For not being loyal and calling me as often as you should. I am really looking forward to find out if you end up calling me by the end of the month like you promised you would. Let’s try and see if you can be a good like piggie and do what you say you’ll do. The more you call me the better it will be for you. So quit looking at my picture and reading my blog and call me up loser! Quit being so pathetic.
