After Danielle lost her anal virginity, she took another day of rest. She finally got to talk to Violet and they compared stories of what had happened to each of them. Telling Violet about having her ass taken by such a long cock, she shivered with delight remembering, and was surprised to find herself extremely turned on when Violet related her own story ab...
Calliope explained that there had been a fresh influx of slaves at the market, and that she liked to choose those for the Seraglio; she suggested that I might enjoy the trip, saying it would be a treat. Since arriving in Istanbul, I had not left the Topkapi Palace. As it was the size of the village I had spent my life in, plus some, that was not quite the h...
I Opened Her Diary and Read It; Don't Judge Me; You Don't Know the Story Yet... Part 1 She arrived late, the back of her hand pushing back an unruly lock of hair, while the other juggled books stacked precariously atop her laptop. I watched—amused—as she sunk into the only chair left in the room that had long ago lost its spring. It was avoided at all cost...
This story follows on from my visit to Brenda Lee's shop to buy lacy underwear for another clandestine meeting with Peter O'Neill when Brenda suggested we make a date to have coffee (see Peter and Me), which became lunch and more. It was the evening of that same day that I had a call from Brenda Lee, asking if we could make a date for a coffee as was sugges...
"How were religious and ethnic minorities treated in the various empires?" "In the Americas, Africans were considered inferior because they were slaves. They rarely had any personal rights and were used as labor. The Natives of the Americas were viewed as savages, which frequently led to conflicts. The Christian missionaries viewed any religious beliefs oth...
Wanda Catron woke with the familiar feeling of a hand rubbing her pussy. She had been dreaming of her home in Provo, Utah, and thought it was the hand of her Mistress, Anne Franklin, rubbing at her. No, Wanda thought, her eyes still closed as her pleasure grew, that was not Anne's touch. Nor was it the touch of the third woman in the house, Amber Anderson....
She did not like the railway station and cringed her nostrils in disgust. The Nizamuddin railway station was packed with peddlers, beggars nomads and passengers translating the whole stage into pure pandemonium. 'What a madhouse,' she protested as usual. 'This is our country, there is a method in this madness,' her father defended the melee. The dust,...
Giddy with anticipation, Jenny clings to her lover's arm as they enter the store. For Jenny, it was her first visit, but she had heard much about it before. From outside, not much of the nature of the place could be discerned and, along with the discrete signage, it would have been easy to pass by without notice. But inside was another matter. Jenny gasped...
©2020 Sal De Klerk, "The Salacious Scribe". Ms_Tiff, All Rights Reserved. Final Revision June 2020 Authors Note: This is the seventh installment of a series of 26 stories about a naked cleaning service. Each story is self-contained, no need to read every story or in any order. Warning: This story contains adult content including spanking, lesbian sex, a...
Some people like to be the boss, but Nancy Saddler wasn't one of them. She loved the pay, of course, and the respect, and the status. But she hated hurting people. Managing meant she had to make decisions when competing projects needed the same budget. It made her choose between different ideas of how to approach a client. Today, it meant she had to choose...