As Salaam Alaikum, dear traveler. I am Nadia Fakri, proud Muslim sister originally from the City of Marrakesh, Morocco. When most people first meet me, they often say that I'm not what they expect. I stand five foot nine inches tall, a bit curvy but fit, with golden brown skin, long black hair and light brown eyes. A perfect example of Berber womanhood. Yo...
I want her. Her face, a face of anonymity, a lack of emotion, but still as she stands before me, in this wasteland of open canvas, I see a smile. I see what I want from her, I see what I've probed her for. Bright, brilliant and lasting emotion. Her skin is so rich, I want her. Her figure so perfect, I want her. This was she appears before me, is the way she...
As I reach the door I let out a sigh as I prepared to enter a new chapter of depravity in what my life had become. It all started a few months ago when Susan, the friend of my then best friends boyfriend, invited us to a party. The only catch, I had to be the date for Susan's cousin Nicole. I never really liked David and not just because he came between me a...
DAY 8 - WEDNESDAY Holly was on her way to Chemistry when Miss Barton pulled her into an empty classroom. The woman was clearly upset about something. "What's the matter? I have to get to class." She also had to think about how to tell Emma she loved her. That was the bigger concern. "I can't handle it. All the freedom you gave me yesterday. And now today,...
Helen declared she and I should go inside and talk alone, to check in, one on one. While she and I were alone together, Sassa would lead Gabriela, Gloria and Stefania in a discussion and review of the contract and manual. Helen paused thoughtfuly, seemed to decide on something... then said that before she and I left, the newcomers should see me in a more f...
Authors note: Thank-you to everyone who read the previous chapter of this story, your feedback is much appreciated. Again whereas some things in the story are inspired by my own life this work is purely fictional. When I woke up in the morning I was buzzing with excitement. I made myself a cup of tea and grabbed a bowl of cereal, practically dancing all the...
I was sitting in my Chevy truck, palms sweating and heartbeat fast. I was trying not to think anything. But my mind was reeling, thinking a thousand thoughts at the same time. What if it was not safe? What if I contaminate something really serious like, AIDS or anything? What if I experience this and still remain the same? What if... I heaved a deep sigh...
This fifth and penultimate part of the story of Sam and her new life. This is one, continuous story, so this part will not make a great deal of sense unless you have read Parts 1 to 4; Part 1 can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/a-new-adventure-every-day-pt-01 As always, thanks to Winterreisser for his diligent and careful editing and thoughtful...
Chapter Four: After One Year, Mistress Remembers Back Part 1: Three Mall Adventures Over the next 10 months, a routine was set at the estate of Miss Casandra Hall and her slaves, Lara and Tara. Mistress likes to plan and organize. And Mistress setup a schedule for the each day. Monday through Friday, the schedule is as follows. The two slaves wake up at 5:...
****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is chapter three of ten and the story will only make sense if you read it from t...