I’m lucky to have great neighbours: apart from the ones at the back. Lloyd is a fat guy in his 50s. Somehow he got Linda, a busty 30s Glaswegian and together they have a pair of noisy and rude teenagers. It was a hot Australian Christmas Eve and I’d been stripping the crappy living room carpet all day. Sadly, the brats next door decided to dump logs into my garden for fun. Each time, they’d throw them over the fence, and...

"Can you help me with my Halloween costume?" she pleaded. My sexy Spanish neighbour needed help. She was lying on my sofa in just a lacy bra and knickers. I had pumpkin based Halloween henna tattoos. I started on her back, arms, and legs. Then breasts. The process was fiddly, and I couldn't help some 'less than appropriate' touches. After about an hour, I counted some thirty-eight tattoos on her body. But I could add no m...

Halloween was not my favourite day of the year. The creeping Americanisation of life in England was something I felt should be resisted at all costs. To that end, I had no decorations, and no house lights, making my house as unwelcoming as possible. I'd eaten a decent beef casserole earlier, washed down with a couple of glasses of red wine, and was settling down to some baroque music and a good book. I hadn't sat down for...

Carole managed to avoid her next-door neighbour for the next few days. She kept an eye out for him and only went outside when he wasn't around. She wasn't working today and was home alone. The heatwave was mostly over, and though it was still warm, it wasn't uncomfortable like it had been. Fresh from the shower Carole stood in her bedroom wearing just a pair of light gray sweatpants. She bent over, throwing her dark red w...

My name is Anamika and this is my story with my next-door neighbour, Akshad. We share the same age and have known each other since we were young. Sometimes his sister, Jiya, and he would come to my home to play, while sometimes my sister Neha and I would go to his home to play. Our homes are adjacent to each other, so we can easily access each other's homes by jumping from the terrace through our first floor without ringi...

If Saturday mornings are meant for one thing, then that thing is having a long, overdue lie in. If it's meant for two things, that might include playing with the morning wood. Mine had pitched a tent in my bed sheet, firm as ever and solid enough to push through the tightest barrier. Then I heard the sound of music playing faintly and wondered where it was coming from. It only took a couple of seconds in my still sleepy h...

Zak shuffled somewhat aimlessly along the street on his way home. As he approached the house he looked up and his heart began racing. He could already feel his face getting warmer as blood rushed to his cheeks and he started to blush. Sat on the little step outside her front door, and casually pushing and pulling her pram back and forth, was Sarah the next-door neighbour. He saw her for the first time just over a year ago...

It was mid-August, and the UK was in the middle of a heatwave. The country had been baked by unusually hot temperatures for the last three days, and Carole was sick of it. She stood in her dressing gown by the washing machine waiting for the cycle to end so she could hang the clothes out. Gazing from her kitchen window at the yellow overgrown lawn and wilting plants. She wasn't green-fingered at all so the garden was a me...