I See You Watching
You think you’re subtle, but I see that curtain twitch every time I wash my car in a tiny tank top with no bra. I see you pause when you bring the bins out, hoping I’ll catch you looking. Well, guess what? I want you to look. Maybe I’ll even give you a cheeky wink — or drop something so you can watch me pick it up nice and slow.
A Little Too Friendly
Sometimes I wonder what you’d do if I knocked on your door after dark — maybe in just my robe, saying I need to “borrow some sugar.” Would you let me in? Would you pull me inside before the neighbours see? Imagine my hands wandering down your chest as I whisper all the filthy things I want you to do to me — right there, with the lights on, so anyone passing by could see my bare skin pressed up against your window.
The Thrill of Almost Getting Caught
That’s the best bit, isn’t it? The risk. Knowing your front door is only steps away from my bedroom. Wondering if we could sneak around behind the garden fence for a hot quickie in the afternoon sun. Would you dare? Would you bend me over while the neighbourhood dogs bark at the racket we’re making? That’s what makes it so delicious — the danger, the secrecy, the filthy little grin we share when we see each other the next day, pretending we’re so innocent.
Sweet But So, So Dirty
People think the girl next door is all sweetness and light — but they don’t know how dirty I really am behind closed doors. I’m the good girl who wants you to ruin her. I’m the polite neighbour who’ll bake you cookies after you fuck me so good I can’t walk straight. Sweet on the outside, filthy on the inside — and you get to taste both.
So next time you see me watering the roses in that tiny sundress, don’t just watch. Maybe you should come over. Bring that “sugar” I asked for — and I’ll let you taste just how sweet I really am...
Alice x
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