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Good Neighbors
Good Neighbors
Good Neighbors
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When Trisha moves into a new apartment building, she is surprised to learn her beautiful upstairs neighbor is involved in a relationship of submissive pleasures. When she is caught spying, she is seduced into a world of hypnotic submission, where her first time with a girl may seal her fate as a lesbian slave forever!

LanguageEnglish
PublisherLyka Bloom
Release dateApr 22, 2015
ISBN9781311497765
Good Neighbors
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Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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    Good Neighbors - Lyka Bloom

    GOOD NEIGHBORS

    by Lyka Bloom

    This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

    GOOD NEIGHBORS

    First Edition. April 22 at Smashwords.

    Copyright © 2015 Lyka Bloom

    Written by Lyka Bloom

    www.LykaBloom.com

    The Move

    How are you going to afford it? Michael asked, following Trisha around the apartment doggedly.  You can barely afford the half you pay here!

    She knew it was going to be bad, with Michael such things were a certainty.  She hadn't expected his reliance on financial arguments, but those she was ready for.

    I have some side work I've been doing for Professor Bunhill, that'll make up for it.  And I'm not even paying that much.

    That stopped him for a moment, giving Michael time to reflect and gather a new list of arguments against the move.  Trisha could tell by the exaggerated look on his face - a simple confusion married with a wonder as if Trisha had told him the world was flat and she had proof - that all their talks about the state of their relationship had ultimately fallen on deaf ears.  While Trisha combed through the clothes hanging in the walk-in, Michael paced outside the doorway, his sneakers squeaking on the hardwood floor.  She tried to ignore his presence and the weight of his eyes when he paused to stare into the closet, difficult because of his incessant habit of jingling the keys in his pocket.  It was maddening, but Trisha reminded herself she was in the last moments of bearing Michael's affronts.

    Like with everything, the relationship eroded over time, almost imperceptibly, a slow degradation of everything that had been good in their time together.  The nervous thrill of seeing him had evolved into a mild dread as the sun set, and it was when she finally made up her mind to leave that the list of Michael's faults concretized in her mind.  The new job had been part of it, the stress of his role at the law firm, his place at the bottom of the ladder (a place Michael was both unfamiliar and uncomfortable with), had come home with him every night.  She learned quickly not to ask about the events of his day unless she was prepared for a litany of slights and missed opportunities to come rattling out of Michael, a laundry list of blame that, amazingly, never landed on Michael's shoulders.  After weeks of it, Trisha kept quiet, letting the silence lie between them until it grew as the large as the modest apartment itself.

    I mean, you can't, he said again, and Trisha stopped to face him.

    I can, she said.  I am.

    There is nothing quite so sad, Trisha thought, as a relationship that dies of natural causes.  There was no one event, no defining moment, she could point to as the precise instant she fell out of love with Michael Raines.  Her passion for him cooled over time until, one Thursday night over a bowl of chili, she looked at her live-in boyfriend and felt nothing for him beyond a nagging irritation.  She tried to rekindle the flames with sexual adventure, with a vacation together at an adorable bed and breakfast which Michael, annoyingly, referred to as The Hilton of Doilies, and even suggested counseling, which Michael immediately rejected.  Therapy to Michael was an admission of defeat, and he was not willing to throw in the towel on their relationship just yet, he'd said, sealing the subject.

    While Michael assumed that the ship had righted itself, Trisha visited apartments and small houses, arranged a work schedule and honed her budgetary

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