thegibe
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- Aug 19, 2004
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Short Story: A young guy (me) moves into a new, wealthy neighborhood with his parents. A lonely housewife (you) lives next door, and uses him for sex. No chatspeak, no short posts. Your posts should have some thought, and the story won't be just, essentially, "the sexy blonde with huge tits grabs him and fucks him." I'm looking for more depth... and also something more original than a blonde with huge tits.
I guess this is kind of like Desperate Housewives? I've never actually seen the show, so don't ask me about it.
More in-depth: You're in your late 20's - early 30's, and married an extremely wealthy man for the money. Living lavishly as you could be, unfortunately, your husband is constantly away on extended "business" trips leaving you home alone for days and weeks at a time. You're bored with the vibrator, you want a real cock but your husband just can't give it to you.
The house next to yours has been for a sale for a while now, until a family finally buys it. That's my family. I'm a young, handsome man (still in high school), everything you could be wanting.
I'm looking for a realistic and in-depth story, so with no further ado - I'll make the first post.
~~IC ~~
We had moved here from Florida about a week ago, and seemed to have finally settled in. Just my luck, it seemed, we'd moved into a neighborhood full of stuffy, stuck-up, old people. It was June, so the beginning of school wasn't till August... meaning I had about two straight months of doing nothing. There weren't any kids to meet, and I wasn't about to go knocking on doors in other neighborhoods looking for them.
Well, I thought with some mock satisfaction, looks like I'm going to have to get a lot more used to my Playstation and my hand.
Looking to make a few extra bucks, and aleviate some of my boredom, I offered to wash my parents cars. Grateful to have me do something, they accepted eagerly. Heading outside into the warm, sunny day, wearing a pair of black board-shorts and a white T-shirt, I glanced around at the cars.
A Mercedes, a BMW, and one of those new Mustangs. I didn't always enjoy my parents wealth, but when it came to cars I certainly couldn't complain. I took off my shirt and throwing it aside, more out of habit than necessity. In my last house I'd do this to show off my muscular body in case any girls drove by. Something that was hardly necessary here, or so I thought. After filling up a bucket of soap and warm water, I set to work on the Mercedes, spraying it down, then washing it methodically.
I glanced around the neighbor's cars. Hey, maybe I could at least make some money washing their cars. I thought, eyeing my next-door-neighbor's Ferrari.

I guess this is kind of like Desperate Housewives? I've never actually seen the show, so don't ask me about it.
More in-depth: You're in your late 20's - early 30's, and married an extremely wealthy man for the money. Living lavishly as you could be, unfortunately, your husband is constantly away on extended "business" trips leaving you home alone for days and weeks at a time. You're bored with the vibrator, you want a real cock but your husband just can't give it to you.
The house next to yours has been for a sale for a while now, until a family finally buys it. That's my family. I'm a young, handsome man (still in high school), everything you could be wanting.
I'm looking for a realistic and in-depth story, so with no further ado - I'll make the first post.
~~IC ~~
We had moved here from Florida about a week ago, and seemed to have finally settled in. Just my luck, it seemed, we'd moved into a neighborhood full of stuffy, stuck-up, old people. It was June, so the beginning of school wasn't till August... meaning I had about two straight months of doing nothing. There weren't any kids to meet, and I wasn't about to go knocking on doors in other neighborhoods looking for them.
Well, I thought with some mock satisfaction, looks like I'm going to have to get a lot more used to my Playstation and my hand.
Looking to make a few extra bucks, and aleviate some of my boredom, I offered to wash my parents cars. Grateful to have me do something, they accepted eagerly. Heading outside into the warm, sunny day, wearing a pair of black board-shorts and a white T-shirt, I glanced around at the cars.
A Mercedes, a BMW, and one of those new Mustangs. I didn't always enjoy my parents wealth, but when it came to cars I certainly couldn't complain. I took off my shirt and throwing it aside, more out of habit than necessity. In my last house I'd do this to show off my muscular body in case any girls drove by. Something that was hardly necessary here, or so I thought. After filling up a bucket of soap and warm water, I set to work on the Mercedes, spraying it down, then washing it methodically.
I glanced around the neighbor's cars. Hey, maybe I could at least make some money washing their cars. I thought, eyeing my next-door-neighbor's Ferrari.
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