I was flying from Providence to San Diego on the Saturday before Easter. I did not realize that this was such a low-volume travel day until I arrived at the airport for my 1:30 flight at 11:15 am. There was no line at the TSA check-in. I handed my boarding pass and drivers license to the young TSA representative. See looked at my documents and looked at me...
When Master Chris awoke me Friday morning, he told me I would not be going to work that day, that I would be going on a trip with him and Master Josh and Master Tom. It felt odd to be so out of control of my life, that I could be whisked away from my home and job on their whim. It was also odd not to have to pack anything - Master told me my carry-on already...
Just a fair warning, the behavior of the TSA agents in the following story is unprofessional at the very least and would likely get them fired or tossed into jail! This is a fantasy, and not meant to cast aspersions on the character or professionalism of TSA agents in general. I hope any TSA employees who read this story remember that fact the next time I mu...
It was an office like any office. The only difference being that it was a security office at the airport. And he was sitting in a chair with his hands handcuffed before him in his lap. He had been going through the TSA security line and had been pulled out of the line and escorted to this very office by a young Filipino female TSA officer. And here he sat,...
This is a companion piece to "Locktober Already", which introduced Marsha and Mike and their best friends, Jan and Ryan and "Locktober for Mike", which was Marsha and Mike's story. While this story is written to stand on its own, better context can be achieved by reading "Locktober Already" first and then "Locktober for Mike", or, to get the backstories, aft...
My name is Emi Haneko Adams, a 26-year-old 4th generation American, half-Japanese on my mother's side and half-American on my father's side. My parents met at USC in the 1970s while my mother was an exchange student. With my "hapa" (half-Japanese) features, I was sought after during my teens and early 20s as a popular model in Japan, Hawaii, and California....
Part six of The Wrong Room series. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories. If you are unfamiliar with this story it might be best to go back to the beginning to better understand this relationship, but that's your choice. -Dreamweaver594... ***** Mike helped Allison pack up the remaining boxes in her bedroom. Her roommate, Tina, was all a fl...
No one likes airports. You show up early to spend hours in a place where you really don't want to be – with overpriced food, disgruntled servers, and harried businessmen. I sighed as I dropped my carefully packed suitcase off with the TSA officer in charge of the Xray machine, wondering if the battered corners could take another tossing. I moved to stand in...
"Dedicated to the real 'Starr', who makes my life a little brighter." ~ J Arrival He waited in the in the cell phone parking spot, sipping his coffee, shivering in anticipation, hoping for the phone to ring soon. His eyes were alert to the shifting traffic, the variables of arriving and departing planes, and counting the minutes until her arrival. Dark b...
The next morning I picked out the clothing I would wear on my trip, all, of course, from the stuff Maggie had given me. For the airplane ride I chose the see-through powder blue blouse with the strategically placed pockets. The pockets would prevent anyone from seeing my nipples unless I stretched or turned the wrong way, something I decided to do on occasio...