The train slowed as it turned into the loop line of the station, its aging wagons creaking, clanging, and rumbling before coming to a stop with a screech of brakes. It was a goods-train, a long one, so long that the engine and the last wagon, the guard's van, were both well outside the precincts of the small rural station. Vasan, the guard of the train put o...
It's 7am, I'm sitting on the train drinking my coffee when he gets on. It's been about six weeks since we started sharing the same commute and it's become the best part of my day. We've never spoken but there's definitely sparks. We mostly just look at each other, I can tell there is an attraction between us but neither of us has ever made a move. I can't he...
Chad put his hand on my arm, tugging me towards the wall of the train station. Holding my hands with his he pinned me against the cold wall, moving his lips over my skin to find my mouth, dragging a deep kiss from me who’s like I hadn’t felt since before we’d been married. “Kelsey,” he whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “I’m dying to have you...
Amy came back into the studio wearing the pleated skirt and platform shoes, with a sweater. The weather had been getting cooler over the last few weeks, so they were not inappropriate clothes to be wearing. It was a fairly eccentric outfit for a girl like Amy to be wearing, but it wasn't as attention-grabbing as whatever she would normally go out in. It was...
It was a lovely day. She got out of her apartment and sauntered towards the station. She had a train to catch. She was going out of town. Not very far away but still a good three hours of travelling by train. She wore dark glasses and loved watching the reactions of men as she walked. She wasn’t bad looking; she was young, had just completed her 20th birthda...
Soma99 helped with proofreading and made some helpful suggestions. ***** Day 1 -- Union Station -- Toronto, ON It was just after 9:00 AM as my connecting train pulled, late, into Toronto Union Station. I was a little apprehensive, but the VIA Rail staff had assured me that they were holding the trans-continental Canadian train for me and a few others th...
Some of the ideas for this story, and certainly the inspiration, were adapted from a Japanese hentai cartoon, Express Train (there are, of course, quite a few bus and train versions of this theme in Japanese idol movies). I placed the story in the fetish section, as its primary theme is frotteurism. However, it does clearly shade into exhibitionism and voyeu...
It's Friday eve, the week has been unmercifully slow. Snail's pace was to fast of a depiction. I was headed to the train station like I did most days. It was only on rare occasions where I'd actually drive in to work. The traffic was too treacherous to sit in day in and day out, I'd rather commute than to deal with that nonsense. As I make my into the breeze...
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...
Warning: Adult content is obviously included in this story. Please do not read unless you are over 18. * * * * * I used to ride the train for hours alone. The 7:40 pm to Vanguard avenue. The 8:20 to Hollyhock St. The entire night I would sit on the lonely train and look out over the city, the lights of homes, and offices showing like stars through the blac...