Neighbor Stories

So ive moved on and have moved out of london to north hampshire, and ive gotten on with my neighbour wendy, shes a single middle aged probably mid 40’s, not seen her with a man, and rumour has it she is lesbian. I would guess she was a size 14, lives like a bit of a hermit, shoulder length hair and pale as anything Shes a keen gardener and ive helped her out on a few projects, helping remove tree branches or assisting wit...

Back in the late 90’s my favourite pastime was filming wildlife. I had several expensive cameras and a good video camera. I would spend every spare time I could out on the moors or at the sea front filming and photographing any wildlife I could find. It was during one of these times that as I filmed some Roe Deer that I spotted some movement right across the valley. Even with my longest range lens I still couldn’t make ou...

I thought at sixty-two, when my wife died, that my sex life was over, unless I wanted to use prostitutes. The next few months I resigned myself to getting reacquainted with my right hand. I decided to take early retirement and to move house. The company I worked for was quite generous with my leaving package as they were looking to downsize. I had asked at just the right time to leave. Between my package and the package f...

My wife and I have a nice house in a nice village in Gloucestershire. My wife works in the NHS and does long hours. I am fortunate in that I can work from home. I was sat in my office and peering out the window at new neighbors moving into the cottage behind my house. I thought to myself that the wife looked a bit of alright. Then my thoughts turned to how dirty our windows were. I had no idea what had happened to my wind...

Frances (Fran) was looking for a part time job. We had moved to a small village and she was bored with just the WI and an old neighbor to talk to. Talking to the neighbor he told her that he knew of two men in the next village who wanted a cleaner. She asked what I thought and I agreed that it seemed a good idea, so the next day she went to see them. When she got home she looked like she had been pulled through a hedge ba...

I wanted to be a professional photographer when I left school. I had been trained by a professional how to frame and take Photographs, (Hate the word Pics) properly and artistically. He also trained me to process film and print them. While still at school I would process all my families films and then it spread to neighbors and then friends of friends. It was getting out of hand and although I was making lots of money I h...