NOTE: All characters in this story are over 18 years old. ***** "Pull up a little further so I don't have to step through that slush," Jessica said as her mom pulled up to the curb outside of the American terminal at Hopkins International airport. The snow had been increasing steadily all day, but Jessica didn't care, because she was heading to Hawaii. Je...
It felt like a coffin, especially as there were two of us in there, not just one—and one of us, not including me, was carrying a few too extra pounds. It was so claustrophobic in there that I wanted to hyperventilate and then I was hyperventilating in a good way—dancing on the clouds—and it had nothing to do with how close it was in the bunk on the train, we...
Copyright © 2020 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. Author's Note: Okay, there is no sex in this story. Sorry, it's just a little flash story that I woke up with rattling around in m...
For once the train left on time. Jack checked his watch - 10:30 exactly, that was really good. He was a frequent traveller on this line and was well prepared for the long journey; a good book, plenty of coffee and food. He settled himself into his seat in the small, private carriage just as they started to move off. He checked the reservation tickets pinned...
I had been looking forward to this trip for some time. It was a contest, and only later I discovered the true purpose and origin of the trip. I had won it at the college I attended in Northwest Missouri. It would take me to Kansas City, to St. Louis, and the final destination in Chicago. Roundtrip. By train. With a one day layover in each of the three cities...
It had been a week since my wife told me she was ready to find another lover. After our weekend picnic, she went back to our house outside the city, to spend some time getting her thoughts together. Before she left, she locked me back up in my chastity cage, the small one. As she did it, she slyly smiled at me and thanked me for my support since James died....
The tip of my middle finger. I held it there. Right there. My finger was trembling and I willed it to stop. I summoned every shred of willpower in my body and mind and I channelled it down to the tip of my middle finger. Look at your own middle finger. Maybe a square centimetre of skin, formed into the folds of a fingerprint. The ridges of my fing...
I suspect my adventure began with a simple low-ball bid during our local high school’s silent auction fundraiser. On the table was an array of auction items, from professional sport tickets to dinners at local restaurants, health club memberships to autographed footballs. I arrived early and was prodded into bidding on several items, knowing that in all lik...
All his life, Bradley Kenton had lived in Marickville, New York. He was born there in the summer of 1972, and had gone through his entire school years up until college there. He grew up in a suburban neighborhood with his mother, father, and younger sister. When he was ten, Bradley could remember his father and mother having a terrible argument. Screaming...
It was a warm, midsummer night. The kind of night where the air seems to have a presence to it. I steamy, warmth that envelops everything. Then it started to rain. The rain was coming down as hard as I had ever seen it come down. Fortunately, I was cozily settled down in my home holding my 6 month old son watching television while I fed him a bottle. My wif...