Girl next door Stories

I got a letter in the mail today. It was an invitation to my fiftieth high school reunion. It read: “You are cordially invited to the Washington Irving High School Class of ’66, Fiftieth Reunion.” Included was the usual contact info with a request to RSVP. Along with it was a personal note from the reunion committee chair, Susan Camarato Hammersmith. It read: “Looking forward to seeing you and reminiscing about some very...

"Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand."-WB Yeats, "The Stolen Child"***William didn't tell anyone that the baby spoke to him. Who would believe it? Instead he ran away. His parents would probably be angry, but what else could he do? Not stay, certainly. Not with…whatever it was, still in the room.The Menskrs had lived in...

Time and again our paths bisect,for you are neighbour next door,occurred to be a women of intellect.And I a swain from obscure moor.Every time we greet, our eyes meet,wish I can tell you all my thoughts.Now I scribe on a sheet in night sweet,of your beautiful busty buxom delightsMy visions belittling choice words chosen,to portray, mesmerizing, marvelous, you.Wonder if all words in English, lessengrandeur, gorgeous, grace...

Her name was Katie Lortan and I fell in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her beautiful sea green eyes, her long straight brown hair, and her perky breasts that were always seeming to draw my attention. Watching her wearing tight leggings and tank tops, showing off her cleavage, and even the quick looks at her tits could not have prepared me for this. I was sitting on my bed writing about the last day of my Junior y...

Gerald wiped the cool water from his body and waded to the pool’s edge. God, that felt good. The humidity was suffocating and the summer heat relentless. Another scorcher. The new in-ground pool was the best investment he’d ever made. He ran his fingers through the dark wet tangles atop his head and stepped out of the water. Within seconds, the moist warm air had him sweating again. He poured a tall glass of lemonade and...

It was an unseasonably hot day for the start of autumn and I was finishing my lunch when I saw Gemma through my window. It had been about six months since that occasion in her bedroom next door and I had hardly seen Gemma since she had moved out of home, so was surprised to see her through my window. After that, all afternoon I re-lived that day in my mind remembering how soft her skin was and how much she enjoyed our tim...