A neat ginger bob framed her cute face. A pink cotton T-shirt stuck to the swell of her bra-less breasts in the August heat. That was the first I'd seen of Karen as she eyed me from across the railway carriage. A brief moment's eye contact was followed by a barely perceptible invitation to the toilet cubicle at the end of the aisle. And now she was knelt...
Prologue: I was new to the city, and trying a new route home on the train during rush hour. I had already changed into "going out" clothes for the evening: a skirt, thong, and a lose tank top (so lose, my breasts can easily pop out if it's pulled low enough). I was standing in front of seated man (facing away from him), when I felt his hands slowly begin fon...
There is something about a uniform that turns me on. I haven't yet seen a man in one that doesn't make my pussy throb and wet itself just because of it. I guess that is why when I saw him on the train that day I couldn't help myself. I watched as he chose his compartment and I followed along hoping that no one else would come in to spoil the fun. "He...
Everyone is over 18 and fictional. Based on my friend's college room mate they called night train for the same reason. This is a continuance to the Breakwater but stands alone as it's own story also. *** Amy Chan was busy working at a big slate table in the biology lab of her university when her cellphone vibrated with a new text. The message was from her...
Thankfully she sank into her seat, almost immediately closing her eyes, blocking out the vision of the train, the few passengers; a mother and small son, one or two generic business men, the punk, and some teenage kids. She normally took an earlier train, always packed with the after-work commuters. But tonight she had had some 'must be done' tasks at work....
Welcome to the latest installment of my tales of pure, unadulterated lust. Wait a sec, I’ve just adulterated it. Oh well. I’ll keep it short and sweet. After all, I have enough problems with people bashing my work. No disclaimers. If you don’t have the good sense to realize that this my work, and that if you’re gonna make money off of it, it is my legal righ...
Mary woke with the dawn chorus, snuggled deep within the covers of the large bed. It was her day of departure, and as she swung her legs off the bed and rose, glimpses of the night rushed through her mind's eye - the touch of his hands as they smoothed the oil into her pale skin, his soft voice in her ears. Stepping under the stream of hot water in the showe...
The F train. Or as we Brooklynites say, F is for fucked. The single-train ride from Brooklyn to Manhattan can be the longest trek of your life. Just to get to work. The only way to make it bearable is to have a good play list synched up. Or an absorbing podcast. Or in my case today, some juicy reading material from my fave erotica site, Literotica. It's alr...
Let me tell you about a day while coming home on the train. I got on the Metra Train, it was a cold Chicago day snowy and windy. Once I found a seat and sat down the woman behind me was talking on her cell phone, no big deal. I saw she was light brown skin with a cute face but that was all I could see. While sitting there I heard her conversation. She was ta...
This story is an entry to the National Nude Day 2018 contest. I hope you like it. Some warnings up front: This story contains incest, interracial sex, and group sex. **************** I don't want to die an old maid. Here I am, in the prime of life, and I've never had sex. Well, I've kissed, and men have felt me up over my clothes, but that's as far as it'...