Notes This is the NINTH installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. And also thanks to Laurie for all her encouragement and inspiration. This chapter could be read without reading earlier chapters. All you need to know is that Lindsey is a chaperone on a band field...
Chapter 2: Sloth If this is your first introduction to my story series "The Children of Sin," let me suggest reading the first chapter, entitled "Children of Sin, Chapter 1: Lust." In it, we were introduced to Leslie, both master and victim to her personal sin, Lust. Her secret was soon found out by the hero of this chapter, Samuel, the child of Sloth. This...
A Killer Wound There is one thing I know for certain as the licensed owner of a hand gun. Once you pull that trigger and the firing pin hits the primer, that bullet is going to leave the barrel at approximately 1200 feet per second. There is no 'ooops moment', that projectile is heading towards its target. If you're proficient and your aim is true it is go...
Note: - This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the characters to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are of or above the age of eighteen. This story has a strong proclivity towards incest, between brothers and sisters and aunt and nephew. If this bothers you, in any sorts, please turn away immediately. Tha...
The driveway pebbles softly crunched under the limo tires. The reflections of lush trees and the low slung red brick buildings stopped gliding over the polished black paint of the limo. A brown leather slipper with white socks reached out of the backdoor of the limo. Red faced, a young man stepped out looking in a 360 circle in quiet panic. He wore a vest ov...
Part I: Acceptance I can't see; my whole head is covered; even my eyes. In the darkness I hear talking, but it is indistinct. My captors don't understand the situation they have put themselves in. I need to go home, take my meds, and do my exercises. I can't go anywhere because I'm tied, to my knowledge, a chair. From what I gather they used tie wraps, tap...
All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years of age or older. * * * Christy leaned forward to give him a better view. Boxes of Girl Scout cookies were stacked to either side of her, perfectly framing her oversized breasts as they strained against the last button on her tight top and threatened to burst free. The twenty-som...
Jonathan sat stock-still in his car, his eyes staring blankly ahead into the distant crowd that populated the end of the street where he'd been parked for the last ten minutes. His hands gripped the fake leather of the steering wheel, and he let out a long ragged breath that betrayed the conflict of emotions that were churning away inside him. Outside the...
Her name was Raine Snow and she was a dream. First unanticipated, then poetic and epic and transcendent in that order, continually confusing, and finally gone in the groggy early morning. It was a couple of weeks ago, and I was at the Hogshead, a whisky bar on the Upper West Side. It wasn't my regular, but I'd been there a few times before. Rehearsal i...
Forward: In the year 2099 the world has gone to total shit. The divide between rich and poor is so great that multi-billionaire families can literally buy their own armies but the poor can barely pay their rent. Technology has progressed to a point that even near-fatal injuries can be healed completely, but such resources are strictly regulated by a tyrannic...