New Start - Sex Stories

New Start

... her to climb in and out of the beast. Why she liked driving that monster was beyond me. She says it's because of the flooding that happens during hurricane season. I think it's the only way she can see over people's head. Not that I have much room to talk shit. I am only three inches taller.

"So explain to me how you managed to get your car stuck in a tree?" Diane asks in way of greeting as she gives me a hug. Diane and I had been friends since our first year in college. I explained what happened and showed her the pictures while we waited on an early dinner. We were on the road and heading to her place shortly after.

New Orleans is a interesting city. Full of culture and one of my favorite places to visit. You couldn't pay me enough to live here though. Way too damn hot for my blood. Diane lived in a cute little two bedroom house on the complex of a church her family has owned for generations. The church was being renovated and turned into her private practice since no one in her family wanted to follow in her grandfathers footsteps and become a preacher. Both Diane and I are family medicine nurse practitioners and she wanted help with how to set up her clinic exam rooms. Partially why I was here.

For a two bedroom house this place was very spacious. Diane showed me to the room I would be staying in and we called it a day. She had to work tomorrow at the University Medical Center until her clinic was operational so she had to be up pretty early.

Man am I glad ...

... there are blackout curtains on the windows. I hadn't had the chance to sleep past dawn in a long while and I was going to enjoy it while I could. I crawled out of bed at nine and wandered my way to the kitchen. Diane left a note saying she would be home around six and to make myself at home.

I didn't want to sit around all day twiddling my thumbs so I took a shower and went for a walk. One good thing about big cities, public transportation. I got on a bus and headed to the French Quarter.

Don't get me wrong I like Bourbon Street. But I prefer to get my Cajun food fix away from that tourist trap. And I like to visit the voodoo shops away from there also. I always felt better after speaking with a priestess and getting a blessing. And with the way my luck was running lately I needed one.

I got a nice healthy bowl of jambalaya at my favorite place then went to visit a priestess I have gotten blessings from the last few times I had been in town.

Stepping into her temple was like stepping back in time. The temple was inside a grass hut in the backyard of her residence. Torches were spaced evenly along the walls providing an eerie light to the room. The floor was packed dirt with sigils scrawled in a large circle. And the ceiling was opened to the sky. The air smelled of incense and I could feel myself instantly relax. As I stepped into the circle she began her blessing. Her chanting lulled me and I closed my eyes enjoying the peace that I was after. How long I sat there ...