He was described as an odd child: sensitive, compassionate, and decidedly withdrawn. Seeming to get on with adults better than children, he preferred to stay inside during recess and help Sister Mary prepare the classroom for the afternoon classes. She called him “charming” and “mischievous”, sometimes even “devilish”, even though he was never in any real trouble to her or anyone else. Once, during her morning coffee with the other nuns and faculty, however, she confided the strange influence this six-year old boy had on her. It unnerved her, sometimes, how strong the desire to be in his favor, to anticipate and attempt to meet his needs. She was a professional with 20 years of experience, and she knew she should not choose favorites. He did not overtly seek her attention; instead, he appeared to be the kind of child who preferred not to stand out, yet he seemed to speak to a part of her that she originally associated with motherhood, something that, because of her vows, she would never experience. Further reflection revealed that this child appealed to a deeper desire within her. She never considered any interaction with the boy inappropriate; however, she was unsettled by how she was drawn to him.
Author: Fall3n_Ang3l71
Neighbor, Sir: Part 3 [D/s, MDom, FSub]
He was described as an odd child: sensitive, compassionate, and decidedly withdrawn. Seeming to get on with adults better than children, he preferred to stay inside during recess and help Sister Mary prepare the classroom for the afternoon classes. She called him “charming” and “mischievous”, sometimes even “devilish”, even though he was never in any real trouble to her or anyone else. Once, during her morning coffee with the other nuns and faculty, however, she confided the strange influence this six-year old boy had on her. It unnerved her, sometimes, how strong the desire to be in his favor, to anticipate and attempt to meet his needs. She was a professional with 20 years of experience, and she knew she should not choose favorites. He did not overtly seek her attention; instead, he appeared to be the kind of child who preferred not to stand out, yet he seemed to speak to a part of her that she originally associated with motherhood, something that, because of her vows, she would never experience. Further reflection revealed that this child appealed to a deeper desire within her. She never considered any interaction with the boy inappropriate; however, she was unsettled by how she was drawn to him.
Neighbor, Sir. Part 2 [bdsm – mdom/ fsub]
Thank you to those who have read Part 1 and have written such kind things. Thank you, also, for your patience with me.
A delicious, beautiful obsession.
Their schedules were not meshing as she’d hoped, but the anticipation was intoxicating. Between their houses was 15 feet of grass from her back yard to the neighborhood walking path, about 6 feet of asphalt, then approximately 75 feet down the path to their yard and another 20 feet to his back door. Occasionally, when she was in the yard with her kids during the day, she could see his wife Cindy out in their yard with her kids. They would wave to each other and smile. She knew she should feel guilty or ashamed about what she did with him, and for what she intended to do again, but she didn’t. Both she and he knew that, if they had to, they could end it and go back to the way things had been. This, whatever this was, would be a delicious, beautiful memory.
Neighbor, Sir. Part 2 [bdsm – mdom/ fsub]
To those who read Part 1, thank you for your kind words and for your patience with me.
A delicious, beautiful obsession.
Their schedules were not meshing as she’d hoped, but the anticipation was intoxicating. Between their houses was 15 feet of grass from her back yard to the neighborhood walking path, about 6 feet of asphalt, then approximately 75 feet down the path to their yard and another 20 feet to his back door. Occasionally, when she was in the yard with her kids during the day, she could see his wife Cindy out in their yard with her kids. They would wave to each other and smile. She knew she should feel guilty or ashamed about what she did with him, and for what she intended to do again, but she didn’t. Both she and he knew that, if they had to, they could end it and go back to the way things had been. This, whatever this was, would be a delicious, beautiful memory.
Neighbor, Sir [MF] (fsub) [D/s]
She went to the door, slightly annoyed because she was just getting into the groove of cleaning the house. The kitchen floor was drying, and she was just getting the first load of laundry sorted to put in the washer. Her husband had been home with the flu Wednesday through Friday of last week, and with the taking care of him and the kids, the house went to hell. Plus, there was that late-night neighborhood bonfire Saturday night. Jeesh! It was really fun, but she wasn’t a young kid anymore. She needed most of Sunday to recover from the drinks and the staying up way too late. When her husband left this morning, she got the kids off to school and got right to work on the house. Now, the fucking doorbell interrupted her flow.
When she opened the door, she caught her breath. There at her door was her neighbor, which wouldn’t normally be anything out of the ordinary. He and his wife were over at the house at least three times a week. Their kids were friends, and between sports carpools, driving to the mall and arcades, and hanging out, they have become pretty friendly over the past three years; however, on this particular Monday morning, the events of Saturday night began to come back.