As I knelt in the sun-soaked yard with my hands buried deep in the rich, dark soil, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Tending to the vibrant flowers and lush greenery was more than a hobby; it was a passion of mine. But the other day, the rhythmic sound of my shears snipping away at the hedges was interrupted by a not-so-distant sound of feminine laughter.

I looked up and saw Anna. The beautiful blonde lived two houses down from me and had moved in not long ago. That day she wore a short, flirty sundress, which clung to her body and accentuated her curves. She was chatting with her friends while standing on her patio with a glass of something refreshing in hand.

I tried to focus on my work, but every time I glanced her way, I felt a primal pull of attraction. She caught me looking once, and our eyes locked for a... Read More