This happened about the time that I was nineteen or twenty and the year was about or . I was working for myself cutting lawns to get through college and I had picked up some extra lawns from a friend who had left to go to college in another state. One of the lawns was owned by someone who could best be described as slimy and greedy. He obviously had money and a nice house, but he was overweight and had the personality of a bad used car salesman.

Its a late spring night in New Orleans. Its warm outside, perfect weather. You and I have just completed a series of pool games and drinks at Madigans. I am wearing an elbow length, button down blue flowered shirt, khaki pants, which appear to be painted on my body and black leather mules. You look handsome in your usual khakis with a button down Chaps Ralph Lauren shirt, blue, matching your eyes. We go to your car and get in so we can head to your place and get naked. As you drive I sit in the passenger seat and look at you.

Im lying in bed enjoying a good book. It is almost pm. The day has been a long one yet I cannot sleep. I was waiting for my husband to return from a ride on his boat. I had decided to stay put. I didnt much care for boats, but it was my husbands greatest hobby I heard the front door finally slam shut and heard soft footprints coming up the stairs. He entered our bedroom with a bag in his hands.

Keith had been married to Dianna for five years and sex had never become dull or boring. This was in part because Dianna had such a hot little body, particularly her ass, that it caused all of his friends to make comments no matter what she was wearing. As a couple they were very open about talking about fantasies, especially the idea of other men fucking her cute little pussy. So far Dianna would get extremely hot talking about it while having sex but seemed to cool down later.

It all started when I came home after school one afternoon and my aunts car was in the driveway. This was no surprise since she often came over to use the pool. I walked in the front door turned down the hallway and went straight to my room. I just finished a project at college and I needed some down time. Quickly I stripped off my clothes throwing them on the bed and pulling on my swimsuit. I remember walking down the hall and into the kitchen.

The music and loud voices of numerous people was making my headache. I was at a friends th Anniversary party. Id been here for almost hours now. It wasnt as If I wasnt having fun, I was. But, spending this much time in a crowded, noisy room could make anyones head spin. I needed a breath of air. My friend had a wonderful rose garden in her back yard.

The ocean at night is the most exquisite place I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. Every night I walked the beach barefoot so that I could feel the soft sand under my feet and between my toes. I like to just lie there on the sand and close my eyes and just listen to the waves softly crashing. This always calms me, even after a stressful day at work. I now sit here by the shore with my arms supporting me and my legs crossed out in front of me.

As I drive down the street where he lives, I tell myself that I am going to seduce him and that I am going to be successful. Its Saturday afternoon and the Magnolia trees are loosing some leaves because the rain is coming down so hard. I am, not so casually stopping by his house to say hello. For some reason, severe weather makes me horny. The reliable summer afternoon thunder and rain of New Orleans is one of the many reasons I chose to live here.

She lay in the small single bed on her stomach because the stinging pain went from the bottoms of her thighs halfway up her back. It had been a double punishment for one incident that wasnt entirely her fault to begin with. She had been talking with Jaxon and her twin brother Kantor after their Thursday morning class while she waited to be picked up for the long weekend. Jaxon was in most of her geology and other science courses at the local university while her brother was taking the more in depth archaeology courses.

Angelica and Collin had been best friends for what seemed like forever. Angelica had had a secret crush on him for years but it was one of those kinds of friendships that if it dared to tread into no mans land, there could be no turning back. Collin, who seemed to be completely oblivious to her sexual advances, was happy to continue as buds. Through the years there had never been anything but strictly friendship between them. Something better happen soon, she thought, because this whole sexual tension