Neighbours' Unexspected Perversions

By Debra Evans

Thump. Thump. Thump

Thump. Thump. Thump

I threw my quilt over my head, my eyes stayed shut. I was totally used to my neighbours banging constantly throughout the night. They had moved in to the house next door six months ago and there was no reasoning with them. Of course I let them off though. One of them was drop dead gorgeous, 6’4 and obviously worked out daily. That was Jon. Since he moved in I had made loads of excuses to go round... ‘have you got any sugar I can borrow?’ He always smiled at me, retrieved the goods, then sent me packing. I guess I liked him more because he didn’t seem too interested in me. The thrill of the chase. I had always been that way. Once I got them I quickly lose interest.

His friend was less of a catch. Although not ugly, there was something less appealing and a little weird and creepy about him. He was built like a rugby player, a little shorter than Jon. Adrian never answered the door when I called, but I could always see him watching me closely when I made small talk with Jon.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

‘.... hell!’ I whispered to myself. I reached over for my phone on the bedside table and lit it up so I could see the time. 03.30am. I lit myself a cigarette in bed and considered going downstairs to the kitchen to get a drink of water. It was a really cold night though and I didn’t want to get out of bed. I ended up going anyway. Throwing my dressing gown on over my night dress and stumbling out of bed in the dark. I was 23, living on my own with my dog in my mid-terraced house.

Plodding down the stairs, I stumbled down the last few and squealed out loud. Turning the light on in the kitchen, my dog started to whine to be let out of the back door, so I reluctantly opened it for him, still half asleep. He immediately started barking, which I ignored, too tired to care. I left the door open slightly so he could come back in. The freezing cold air touching my legs and travelled upwards, making my 34D n.... stand on end.

My kitchen sink faced the window. As I turned the cold tap on, I vacantly stared at my own reflection. Tall and thin with big boobs. ‘Why am I still single?’ A question I ask myself a lot. I consider myself pretty, 5’11 with long legs, slim build and biggish ...... The next time I look up at the window, I see a figure who I instantly recognise as Adrian standing only inches behind me... I blink – expecting to have imagined this.... Spinning round, my mouth opens to scream, but he has already looped a belt around my neck and my screams are gasps of air trying to get out of my lungs.

‘Stop! Stop!!!!’ I am trying to scream, but only whispers come out. My hands are gripping the belt, trying to free it and let me breath, but Adrian tightens it so much.... the dog is barking.....I stop fighting.... I am going to die.....Blackout.

My eyes open and I am gasping for air. Confusion washes over me, for a fleeting second upon regaining consciousness, I believe I am back in bed with my warm duvet wrapped tightly around me. Reality hits hard as I realise that I am laid on my front on my cold tiled kitchen floor. I feel a clothe in my mouth, taped into place securely. My hands are tied tightly behind my back and my ankles together. I can no longer hear my dog, and given my situation, I was surprised to find myself worried about weather Adrian had hurt my pup.

The belt was still around my neck, only looser now. I strained myself to look for Adrian who was sat at my feet waiting for me to wake up. ‘Mmm mmm mm!!’ I manage to say...

The high erotic contents is suitable for ADULTS age 18 and up.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Debra Evans
• Release date: Sep 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370544745

Debra Evans

My erotica is a narrative version of her nearly lifelong quest to reconcile my submissive erotic orientation with my ethics. I must say that I write pure erotica, not erotic romance: my books are about sex, bdsm and hardcore because writing about sex helps me to understand that fundamental part of my life better. So I hope maybe it does the same for those readers who look for a corner of privacy by reading and reflecting on my characters. Over the many years since I became aware of my real inclination for unbearable craving for ravishment, spanking, and above all anal domination, I have tried to come to terms with that craving in more ways than I can count. The first of the ways was by reading, voraciously, every piece of BDSM erotica I could find. What changed my life of reader and perverse lover was the reading “The 120 Day of Sodoma ”as it reflected throughout my desires of young submissive woman. It changed my life, though the change has been gradual, and continues to this day. The idea that other women might share the lusts I have by turns been ashamed of and defiantly proud of, that a woman like the me might write so beautifully of those lusts, and work them out so thoroughly and even pitilessly on a character, push me to become an erotic writer. It is here that an inner exploration began, which I consider the base for writing a good “erotic” today. I started to write about spanking stories but going beyond every boundaries of bdsm torture for my and the reads sexual pleasure.

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Neighbours’ Unexpected Perversions

Author Debra Evans

Author’s Note

All characters depicted in this book are 18 years or older.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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The contents of this Erotic Novel are designed for ADULTS only and may include hard narrative scenes and bdsm codes that some viewers may find offensive. If you are under the age of 18, if such material offends you or if it is illegal to read such material in your community please stop reading. The content in the novel was created for ADULT ENJOYMENT and entertainment purposes. It was not written with the intention to offend.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

About Debra Evans

Chapter One

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I threw my quilt over my head, my eyes stayed shut. I was totally used to my neighbours banging constantly throughout the night. They had moved in to the house next door six months ago and there was no reasoning with them. Of course I let them off though. One of them was drop dead gorgeous, 6’4 and obviously worked out daily. That was Jon. Since he moved in I had made loads of excuses to go round... ‘have you got any sugar I can borrow?’ He always smiled at me, retrieved the goods, then sent me packing. I guess I liked him more because he didn’t seem too interested in me. The thrill of the chase. I had always been that way. Once I got them I quickly lose interest.

His friend was less of a catch. Although not ugly, there was something less appealing and a little weird and creepy about him. He was built like a rugby player, a little shorter than Jon. Adrian never answered the door when I called, but I could always see him watching me closely when I made small talk with Jon.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

‘Fucking hell!’ I whispered to myself. I reached over for my phone on the bedside table and lit it up so I could see the time. 03.30am. I lit myself a cigarette in bed and considered going downstairs to the kitchen to get a drink of water. It was a really cold night though and I didn’t want to get out of bed. I ended up going anyway. Throwing my dressing gown on over my night dress and stumbling out of bed in the dark. I was 23, living on my own with my dog in my mid-terraced house.

Plodding down the stairs, I stumbled down the last few and squealed out loud. Turning the light on in the kitchen, my dog started to whine to be let out of the back door, so I reluctantly opened it for him, still half asleep. He immediately started barking, which I ignored, too tired to care. I left the door open slightly so he could come back in. The freezing cold air touching my legs and travelled upwards, making my 34D nipples stand on end.

My kitchen sink faced the window. As I turned the cold tap on, I vacantly stared at my own reflection. Tall and thin with big boobs. ‘Why am I still single?’ A question I ask myself a lot. I consider myself pretty, 5’11 with long legs, slim build and biggish tits. The next time I look up at the window, I see a figure who I instantly recognise as Adrian standing only inches behind me... I blink – expecting to have imagined this.... Spinning round, my mouth opens to scream, but he has already looped a belt around my neck and my screams are gasps of air trying to get out of my lungs.

‘Stop! Stop!!!!’ I am trying to scream, but only whispers come out. My hands are gripping the belt, trying to free it and let me breath, but Adrian tightens it so much.... the dog is barking.....I stop fighting.... I am going to die.....Blackout.

My eyes open and I am gasping for air. Confusion washes over me, for a fleeting second upon regaining consciousness, I believe I am back in bed with my warm duvet wrapped tightly around me. Reality hits hard as I realise that I am laid on my front on my cold tiled kitchen floor. I feel a clothe in my mouth, taped into place securely. My hands are tied tightly behind my back and my ankles together. I can no longer hear my dog, and given my situation, I was surprised to find myself worried about weather Adrian had hurt my pup.

The belt was still around my neck, only looser now. I strained myself to look for Adrian who was sat at my feet waiting for me to wake up. ‘Mmm mmm mm!!’ I manage to say. Adrian smiles and stares at my helpless bound body. I squirm and struggle against the ropes. My wrists have been tied way too tight and I can already feel pins and needles stabbing them all over. I hear my dog give a small bark in the next room. Adrian stands up and grabs the trailing end of the belt, pulling the loop tight around my neck again, but not so much as it makes me pass out. I can feel the blood trapped in my head and wheeze for air as he buckles it to keep it in place.

Fear is starting to creep in now the initial shock is passing. I’m a young pretty girl, nobody is going to call me for at least tonight, what will he do to me? As I begin to panic, Adrian senses it.

‘That’s right girl, we’ve got you all to ourselves. And you’re really fucking in for it. We’re gonna really fucking hurt you! Fucking tease! You’re ours now’

His words brought on a torrent of tears. My face was pressed into the floor and I was shaking all over. I tried to beg, but the stupid gag was there for a reason. Adrian’s hand entwined itself in my hair and grabbed. He then dragged me thoughtlessly along my hard kitchen floor towards the back door by my hair. He was taking me outside. My garden was open, but next doors garden had been converted to a garage with filthy little windows. As Adrian picked me up almost effortlessly, I suddenly kicked out with my legs to give at least some fight. It was almost un-noticed though given his strength, and he lifted me through the window, dropping me onto the other side onto the cold stone floor of his garage. I hit my head pretty hard and was too dazed to notice being dragged into a little out-house made of stone.

The door was bolted shut and terror filled my whole body. I scooted over to the nearest corner, feeling the cobwebs in my hair was the least of my worries as Adrian approached me, clinking on a filthy bulb in the small stone