The Cheeky Neighbor: A Small Town Romance

By Grace Quirin

Wharf (44)
When the very young new neighbor introduces herself to me, I am immediately enchanted. What a horny appearance!
But then the noise terror begins. Loud music, clattering shoes and parties. She ignores my complaints. One day, when she pours dirty water over me from the balcony, I go crazy. I confront her, shocking myself at my anger mixed with wild greed...

Tama (20)
The new, mature neighbor is actually really cute. If only he weren't such a sad bourgeois. But since he's always friendly when he complains, luckily I don't have to change anything about my behavior. Tirili, tirila.
When he totally freaks out one day, I'm shocked. But his sudden anger is cool. Finally he shows his strength.
Now I only want one thing: to be dominated and broken in by the older guy...

Please do not study if you are under the age of 18!
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• Language: English
• Publisher: HIRASHIMA KOKI
• Release date: Feb 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215477489

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Table of contents

The Young Artists

At the Factory

The cheeky neighbor

The Naughty Student

The Cheeky Neighbor: A Small Town Romance

Author: Grace Quirin

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Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Please do not read if you are under the age of 18

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

The Young Artists

I'm forty-three now and I've been a bouncer for eighteen years. I actually came to Berlin to study, but the wild club scene in the capital quickly took hold of me and I wasn't interested in anything else.

And although my parents are still bugging me to this day that I should finally look for a real job, I can't imagine anything else for myself.

The Hozzer Club that I work for has become my life.

The club is also a second home for many visitors. For them I am part of the family.

The male regulars greet me with a handshake, the women kiss me, often directly on the mouth. People like me because I'm a good-natured bear who only turns into a ravening beast when someone thinks they have to cause trouble.

Even though my hair fell out in my mid-30s and my Buddha belly is getting bigger and bigger, this job still makes me feel like a young guy.

No wonder, because women love my style. As a bouncer, I'm a kind of goalkeeper, for many an almost magical figure. And since, unlike many of my colleagues, I always have a friendly smile and look rather good-natured despite my gigantic stature, they simply love me.

Admittedly, I need approval like a baby needs breast milk. And in what other job could I get so much of it?

For many women, I'm just the cute protector. They take selfies with me, often in sexual poses. Then several of them snuggle up to me, put their hands on my cheeks and purse their mouths. The girls aren't scared of me, they know they can trust me even though I'm such a powerhouse. That draws her to me.

For most young ladies, I'm more of a father figure. But fortunately there are always some of them who I am not the same as a sexual being.

No wonder I don't want to quit this job, right?

I could never do without all this attention in my life. She is the elixir that keeps me young.

I don't think a ridiculous number of hot young babes would, under normal circumstances, bang a buddha-bellied dude twice their age, no matter how charismatic he might appear.

Only my status as a bouncer legend of the Hozzer Club , all this nimbus around me, means that I sometimes have a rock in bed, even with really hot ladies.

Especially since I'm also active as an artist from time to time and my works can be seen regularly in exhibitions. A bouncer and artist at the same time, not bad, right? At least, luckily, some girls seem to see it that way.

I don't want to exaggerate. It's not like I have hot one night stands all the time. But there are far more opportunities than I would have in any other job.

That follows quite logically from the numbers. I do the door three to four days a week. Especially on weekends, the visitor queues in front of the club are almost endless. It can sometimes take two hours for people – if I let them through – to get to the store. All in all, it's easily five or six thousand people that I meet every week.

Among them are about three hundred regulars, with whom I regularly have a really good chat, and among these in turn maybe twenty people with whom I have developed a friendship over the years.

With such huge crowds, it is clear that there are also more encounters with interesting women, especially since the visitors to the Hozzer Club are above average young and attractive.

In this story, I would like to tell you about the most exciting of these encounters. It only happened last year.

Since I was pretty wild when I was young, I never thought I would have the most exciting sex of my life until I was forty-two.

But that's how it was.

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It was a Saturday evening the previous summer. The air smelled of the mown, lush grass from the park across from the Hozzer Club . The smell reminded me of my youth.

It often smelled like that in my parents' garden. I grew up in a small town and my father would mow the front lawn every