Neighborly Attraction

By Maebel Credence

Lisa's ordinary life of solitude turns upside down when her fetish writings about non-consensual chance encounters with a mysterious neighbor are made known to him. Their first meeting unleashes a torrent of forbidden desires, blurring the line between consent and surrender.

 

As her submission to her elusive neighbor pushes her body into uncharted territory, fate introduces a charming and impeccably mannered man named Aldric into her life. He captivates her heart and soul, sating a different need within her. But will she be satisfied to have one without the other?

 

Neighborly Attraction is a steamy whimsical exploration of the depths of passion, consent, and the electrifying tension between the forbidden and the undeniable.

This book contains fantasies of CNC and includes domination and submission. Please do not read this book if such material offends you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maebel Credence
• Release date: Nov 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223016267

Book preview

Fantasies

My nighttime walks were often the same. My feet tapping to concrete, wave to a passing neighbor, then avert my eyes, hug my chest against the breeze, and let my mind wander with all the dirty thoughts of what he would do to me.

He was the obscured man who sat on his balcony. The mystery I could fantasize about, but I knew nothing about him. He knew about me, though. While he looked down at me, I couldn’t stare up at him. There was only one angle to get a good look at his dark form.

The few people who knew me well knew I fantasized about being dominated by a stranger. A few had kept up with my writings of capture and absolute pleasure at the hands of a faceless stranger. A stranger who happened to live in the neighborhood. Him.

Yes. Of course, I wrote about him. 

I didn’t know my closest friend would be on the balcony below him and loudly declare she loved the newest story. The one where he’d come at me from behind and pushed me against the thin tree slightly past his condo. When he’d lifted my dress and ripped off my silk thong. He’d pinned both my wrists above my head and tied them with the meager fabric. 

She proceeded to share the details of my fantasy to her friends, and not just the juicy bits about a mystery man ravishing me on my nightly walk. She gave them my pen name that shared every dark craving I’d had.

It was embarrassing — humiliating if I were honest. Not to say that bothered me; I loved the idea of being humiliated. I loved the tingles and consuming dread.

A creak from the balcony above brought heat to my cheeks, as though it answered that secret need I had.

Energized from the embarrassing encounter, I continued on my walk. I held my breath at the thin tree where I’d fantasized my mystery neighbor would capture and bind me. The drenching sensation returned to my silk panties, as it always did at the thought of Him. 

The last fantasy I’d written warned of the punishment he would unleash if I ever wore underwear again. Just the thought had me imagining the way he would rip them off. 

A slight breeze chilled my bare legs. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so obedient to the last fantasy when he ordered me to wear a casual dress so he could access my bare slit.

Every step had a heated need drenching me between the legs. My mind wandered to the next spot he might be waiting. The spot with the hiking trail where he would threaten punishment if I didn’t come quietly. It was the place he would throw me down on my back and push up my skirt, pleased with my smooth folds he would spread with both of his thumbs.

I craved to see the glint of moonlight in his hungry eyes. Feel his manhood as he unapologetically thrust it into me. My wrists would be pinned above my head as he hummed warm air against my face. Close enough to kiss me if he wanted, but that wasn’t part of this fantasy location.

A passing jogger pulled me from my reverie. The shadows cast from the distant streetlight had his features hidden. Excitement bloomed as I imagined I could be thoroughly used by him and never know the face of my attacker. It could have been him passing me by and relishing the moment. He would already have a hard-on and come to have his way with me.

Back at the corner, I approached where the mystery man lived. Him. Luckily, no one lingered on the lower porch, but the glow of a phone could be seen from his balcony. As always, I couldn’t make out any of his devastatingly handsome features.

My mind wandered to the idea of him glancing down at me as he read one of my fantasies about him. Maybe he would sneak down and stalk behind me. I might hear a noise and turn to discover a hand to my mouth, and a strong arm coiled around my arms and chest to hinder any fight.

The illumination of his phone screen disappeared, leaving him shrouded in darkness. Had he shut it off? Was he planning to follow behind me and fulfill my darkest fantasy? Adrenaline raced through me at the thought. Both terror and excitement swirled and merged within me with the possibility. I rounded the corner quickly, turning and searching the shadows for movement. Every rustle made me tense with the possibility.

This was where he would grab me and order me onto my knees. I would look up to his shrouded face while he enjoyed the light cast on mine as my tongue ran the length of his swollen manhood. His fist would be tangled in my hair, and all I would know was his power. This location may be where he could use me openly and no one would see. He’d pump his length into my throat, stopping short of gagging me as he moaned from my job well done.

Soft steps and a shadow ahead had my heart pounding—and