It was hot that day, a midsummer heat and Toni wore her halter and a tight pair of shorts that showed off her ass and legs. Derek, as always, was sitting on the porch drinking a beer and relaxing in his chair when she got to the house. She sauntered towards him, cool as ice, expecting him to look up at her. He didn't. She walked up to him anyway, daring him not to notice her as she bent over to tie her shoe a few feet away. When Toni looked at him to say hello, she caught him peeking at he...

Pleasing DonnaAlone and neglected, Donna Lewis is looking for more spice in her life. Her husband, Richard, is rich and powerful, but not very loving and not interested in sex with Donna anymore. One day Richard hires a worker to clean around the house. Matt is a college freshman and built like a supermodel. It's only a matter of time before Donna gives in to her lust and seduces the boy of her dreams…Caught by the Gardener!Donna Lewis is left all alone again by her...

An engine idling woke her up. She opened her eyes to a beautiful red Ferrari and a man in a suit standing outside of it looking at her and smiling. Toni stood up immediately. She couldn't believe she slept like that! At least now there's someone here. Maybe he could give me a ride back to town? she thought. She bit her lip and smiled to the man in the suit. Time to go to work.He looked great – tall, short brown hair and a bit of stubble on his chiseled jaw. He had deep blue eyes an...

We sat there drinking for some time, talking about boys and class and how nice the weather was. Sasha seemed a little preoccupied with the sun though, and kept on rubbing her arms."You okay?" I asked"Yeah, just don't want to get burned."I could tell that between the sun and the drinks, she was already starting to feel drunk.I went back to the bag and pulled out some suntan lotion. "Want me to do you?" I said. "I don't want you getting a burn in that new bath...

The subtropical climate of the Gulf South supports a varied abundance of flora, and this diversity is sustained by the ample amount of rainwater that characterizes the region. Managing rainwater in a planned environment and mitigating its effect on human habitation can test the skills of even the most seasoned landscape architect or designer. That challenge has never been more acute as increased human demand for natural resources compels professionals and home gardeners alike to seek out s...

Trailblazing women working in digital arts media and education established the Midwest as an international center for the artistic and digital revolution in the 1980s and beyond. Foundational events at the University of Illinois and the School of the Art Institute of Chicago created an authentic, community-driven atmosphere of creative expression, innovation, and interdisciplinary collaboration that crossed gender lines and introduced artistically informed approaches to advanced research. ...

A witty, insightful, and delightfully snarky blend of pop culture meets memoir meets real-life Devil Wears Prada as readers learn the stories behind twenty-five years at Vanity Fair from the magazine’s former deputy editor“Dilettante offers the best seat in the house into the workings of one of the great cultural institutions of our time.”—Buzz Bissinger, New York Times bestselling author of Friday Night Lights

"You look lonely, babe!" Heather yelled over the music to Sarah. Sarah just smiled and shook her head.Paul started to dance with her then, and Sarah immediately took notice of the guy. He was really hot. Super tall, stubbly face, muscular without being an ugly beefcake. Paul was a running back on the school's football team and Heather always went on about how well he fucked. Sarah moved closer to him, brushing her nipples up against his arm and danced.Heather joined in, the...

The music kept throbbing and she smiled and lost herself in the notes. Sarah looked down at her clothes, smiling when she saw herself glow under the black light. She wanted to dress up for her first rave so she wore a skimpy white tank top and booty shorts that were far too high to be worn in public. Good thing this wasn't public. Her petite, perfect-handful breasts pushed against the tight top she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back into a long, blonde ponytail that flipped and flared a...

"Sarah!" Her Dad shouted. "Shut up, we're trying to watch the game. And what are you wearing? Go upstairs and change for God's sake." She was getting to him. Perfect!"But Daddy, I want to stay here and watch the game with you." She pouted. "I want to stay and have fun with your friends." She looked up at John and Rick, licking her lips and they both smiled."Go upstairs you fucking whore!" He shouted again, clearly drunk. Ever since Mom left, he had been getting drunk more a...

A witty, insightful, and delightfully snarky blend of pop culture meets memoir meets real-life Devil Wears Prada as readers learn the stories behind twenty-five years at Vanity Fair from the magazine’s former deputy editor“Dilettante offers the best seat in the house into the workings of one of the great cultural institutions of our time.”—Buzz Bissinger, New York Times bestselling author of Friday Night Lights

The truck was huge, with tires half as big as her. It was jet black, yet polished to a mirror-sheen. The flatbed was easily big enough for a couch or two. Toni smiled broadly. She hadn't seen a truck like this in ages.She decided to stand up and see what kind of person owned such a beast of a machine. She stretched out her arms and arched her back, jutting her chest out in the direction of the goliath truck, and then wiped the sand off of every inch of her body. She wanted to look ...