My name is Fiorenza. It's Italian and it means flower. Momma loves flowers. Every summer, daisies bloom in the field behind our home. When I was little, I'd run through the field pretending I was in one of those laundry detergent commercials on TV. You know, in a flowing dress with daisies all around? I'd pick a bunch for Momma and she'd smile and say, "Renz...
1 I honestly didn't expect my second year of college to differ greatly from the first. Classes scheduled to begin around midday, parties on the weekends, various guys (or girls!) to occupy my evenings, a job (eventually) to cover the expenses my parents wouldn't – the usual. I was nearly done unpacking my stuff a couple hours after I'd arrived. Then I met m...
The week after talking to Professor Keller was a blur. I went to class but felt like a zombie. I walked passed women talking or holding hands and just looked straight head avoiding all contact. I barely talked to anyone at all. That weekend Heather and I stayed home again with Tammy dodging any invitations to parties or dates. Even with them I felt disconnec...
This is a sequel to my earlier story, "Party Time". While it can stand on its own, the reader will get some background and perspective by reading that story before this one. * * * * * I was in the library on a Sunday afternoon when I saw her. Or heard her, really. "Milene? Hey, Milene!" I turned at the sound of my name, startled out of deep thought as...
I crashed early when I got home. I just went back to the flat, said 'hi' to Alli and was in bed by nine thirty. I felt strangely drained and not quite up to talking to anyone. I was having a bit of a what-the-fuck-am-I-doing moment. The weirdness of the evening and how I felt about it had just knocked a bit of the stuffing out of me. Do I really know what I...
I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. I hope you enjoy this story. It's dedicated to my favorite Puerto Rican bitch Miss Peaches...
Niala loved the flames of the temple, the way that they flickered across the stone walls, exposing her path as she wound her way through the dark passages. Fire was sacred, the priestesses told her. Fire was life to man. Fire was to be treated with respect, to be kindled in the hearth and at the altar. Fire was the property of the king, as was all life that...
Don't call me Sappho. I don't consider myself a lesbian, not the way I understand that term, anyway. Alice and I have a lot of fun, a LOT of fun together. And yes, you could say that I love her. She loves me, too, but it's not a romantic kind of love. We are not mates. We don't plan to live together or get joint checking accounts or anything like that. I am...
M-Y Erotica, my editor, thank you once again for your guidance :) To everyone that read and loved the first installment of this story enough to request a second, I sincerely hope it lives up to your fantasies. I'm sorry it took so long to get it to you. ~DK * Still shaking from the force of her orgasm, Tracy lay on the bed trying to quiet her limbs. She f...
The thunder cracked loudly, startling me out of the doze that I was just starting to drift off into, and I realized that I probably wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. I knew that with all the driving, the setting up my tent, meeting all these new people, and the anticipation of the rest of the weekend, it was going to be tough for me to get any good sle...