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Because our buildings are mirror images of one another and my huge window faces his, we are literally across from one another. I presume for privacy, all of our other neighbors keep their windows closed during the day, but I always open mine when I first get up. Last week, I saw him using his computer with the blinds open after I had done getting dressed. Even though it didn’t appear that he was staring…

\[by Orange\] To tell a few things about myself: I´m your regular neighbour woman, nothing special really, I have a son and I used to be married some years ago. For quite a long time of my life I always tried to act modest and reasonable in all situations (probably missed out a lof of fun because of that), but several years ago I felt the ever growing urge to live out and experience myself…

Our buildings are mirror reflections of one another, so we are virtually across from one another and my large window faces his. Every morning when I first wake up, I open my window while all of our other neighbors keep their windows closed—I assume for privacy—for the duration of the day. Last week, I saw him using his computer with the blinds open after I had done getting dressed. Although it didn’t appear that he…

First of all I have to admit that I´ve always been a very naive girl. I´ve ran into way too many embarassing situations already and I kind of got tricked into some ‚stuff‘ by friends several times which I guess I will have to explain in some later stories. Am sorry in advance for my daftness (and for typos I guess, lol). So it happened when I was over at my bfs place back then.…

On a Sunday when i was at my room, and watching some porn. I was completely naked in my chair behind my desk.. Then the i noticed the doorbell but didn’t expect anyone, so I thought it was for my parents and kept going. So totally forgot about the doorbell and 5 minutes later, my door went open.. I sat there in my chair, with sound of porn on. The way he walked in was…

I was grateful when Sasha agreed to talk again. Sasha was gorgeous–23 years old, shoulder-length raven black hair, deep blue eyes she often hid behind a pair of sunglasses or her black-rimmed frames, and a true hourglass figure with perfectly proportioned D-cup breasts. We’d had a good thing going for a while; she was a few years younger than me, but we had fun going out to eat, we laughed at each others’ jokes, and…

The flat was the kind of place a man would be found dead in; the kitchen was a labour ward for flies. There were no pictures, only reminders of a life once lived. Bernie was never the type to make an effort in being presentable, yet his one-piece suit sitting in the corner told of a time he did not have to; the striped tie hung from the coat rack – it was tied either…

So moved into a new apartment during my placement year so I could be closer to where I’d be working. Having gone through the annoyingly tedious ‘searching for a flat’ process I finally settled on a modest three bedroom with one of the bedrooms already occupied by a guy. When I first came to view the flat I also got to meet him and let me tell you… the sexual tension was beyond palpable. A…