Interlude (It didn't even start, and it's already nonsense) Okay guys, before I start to tell you this story, I have to make sure you are prepared. This one is really weird, and it doesn´t make any sense at all. It's stupid and ugly and wears a pink tutu for some reason. And the fact that I can´t explain to you why is the fucking point. I, for example, and I...
It was another sweltering July day in the western Japan. Temperatures during summer here can climb upwards of 35 degrees, and with the intense humidity it can feel like well over 40. I had hoped that, upon leaving my one-room apartment, it would start to rain and cool down the city. But, there was no relief in sight... or so I thought. I was waiting at the...
Staying later than necessary at work was almost becoming a habit for Sarah. It wasn't that the gorgeous 23 year old particularly enjoyed her job as a legal assistant, or even that she was excessively busy. She stayed late because the 7pm train was much, much less crowded than the 6pm. Not completely empty, that wouldn't have suited her purpose at all, but be...
Ugh, I hate getting on these crowded trains. My girlfriend, Diane, who I'm actually on the train right now to go see, told me that a couple years ago some creep tried to feel her up on a crowded train just like this one. I hope that doesn't happen to me. She's a pretty attractive girl, and so am I, not that I'm bragging or anything, and I bet a pervert woul...
Introduction It is fair to say that the tale of Jenny and the Johnsons is a little unusual. It comprises of many different incidents, some of which are brief and others more protracted; most - it will please readers to learn - are filled with wild sexual escapade, which, on occasion, border the realm of the bizarre. Before delving into these events, I wil...
I'll never forget it. I was on the train from London to a small town in Berkshire. I was 18 and just finishing my A-Levels at boarding school, so I was travelling back on a Sunday evening. It was pretty quiet, only a few people in my carriage, some business men, a few college students chatting and women reading their magazines. I sat myself next to the wind...
Forcing my way through the press of bodies, I glanced at my watch. Damn, it would be a miracle if I made it to work on time. Not only had I missed my usual train, which would be bad enough by itself, but the one I had chosen as my next best bet was running late. Fidgeting on the edge of the platform, I thought of the important client I was supposed to be mee...
One minute passes. The subway train has still yet to arrive. Within the station, many people push forward, causing it to get even more crowded between the dirty concrete walls. It seems everyone wants to take the 8:30 train. Faye, a dark haired working class woman, stands between a pole and a few junkies. This was the last place she wanted to be. It was grit...
I take the train in the morning to NYC for work. Most days are uneventful. Recently they changed the schedule and I am taking an earlier train with different people. Typically I relax and read my newspaper. The third morning a woman asked me to move so she could sit. She was a striking woman in that she had on 4 inch chunky heels, black stockings, a button d...
She hated taking the train so late at night, especially by herself. The lecture ended later then she thought and no one offered to give her a ride home. She was lucky the train came at all, though, usually she'd have to wait an hour before it's arrival; today it was only a ten minutes wait. She pulled out her book, hoping to pass the time reading, attempting...