The girl next door walks by her window, dressed in only a T-shirt and panties, revealing her little long figure ever so briefly as the breeze tickles her drapes apart occasionally.

Every bit a woman, but not even yet thirty and she bounces with such a youthful grace you come to wonder just what could be her copious skills at making her man feel wanted.

Out for a jog, her hair pony-tailed and bobbing across her shoulders or dressed in a long evening gown out on the town with a date.

The girl next door is a keeper of secrets, smiles wide when she sees you, cocks an eye-brow to your errant ways and whispers in your ear that she knows exactly what you need and can promise what you’ve come for.

The girl next door is…me, waiting, willing and aware, but truly like no girl next door you have ever met but so like the ones you have dreamt about.