My next-door neighbour, Daphne, is one of those housewives who colour-coordinates everything in pink and white.
I don’t mind. I just use pink ribbons to tie her to the bed before taking her however I want before her husband comes home.
We’re drinking coffee when he comes into the kitchen.
“Harry, this is our new neighbour, Lucy.”
Harry pales slightly. But then, Daphne doesn’t know I’d already met Harry at a bar the night before.
I stare into his eyes as I suck my finger the same way I’d sucked his cock.
I think I’m going to enjoy living here.
