Train journeys have a definite effect on my mood. At the start of the week I can kind of grin and bear the hassle and lack of comfort, but by the end of the week the journeys seem tortuous, making my work days stretch out impossibly long, feeling like I'm walking down a lone desert road and I'll never reach the end. Friday night rush hour. Rush hour? Ha! Th...
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional including the several small towns. I used Bing translator for the translations. None of the characters portrayed are real, also none of these sexual encounters ever happened in any school, temple, or city between adults and/or teenagers in real life. The villages all come from my imagination, the events and puni...
Is this a fantasy or just a piece of fiction? Maybe, just maybe, it is both. Chapter 1 Not too long ago, on a midnight train bound for nowhere. He was the type of person who rarely slept, a restless soul who only succumbed to deep sleep when he was exhausted. So, he sat there in the hard contoured vinyl seat watching the miles roll by through the sma...
(Author's note: This story is based upon "The Train Show", by Literotica author Devilsfucktoy, by their personal invitation to do so, and revisits the same premise and themes in my own style. You should go check out their work too.) === Kitka had had a teasing, flirtatious courtship of Eric for two months. They'd kissed on the first date, she'd let him gro...
Daydreams Into Reality That was one hell of a work week. I am so glad it's over. I can't wait to get home, shower and open a nice cold beer and do...nothing. It seems like it took forever to get from Monday to Friday. And all of the mindless meetings and inconsiderate assholes that were only too happy to pile on more work were no help either. Well, with any...
So in case anybody was wondering what happened, after much thought and soul searching and changing my mind, one minute I was not going, then I would have a fantastic fantasy and I knew I would go and do all those things I knew I shouldn't do again. Saturday came and I felt so excited as I showered and shaved my intimate places and laid out my sexiest and mo...
Meagan Jones looked at the clock at the bottom of her computer screen. The numbers read 8:13 on a Friday night. Wow she thought; where did the time go? She had returned late to the office tower where she worked after giving a presentation at a local high school. She worked for a nonprofit organization that helped troubled boys learn skills that would help t...
Chapter Thirteen: Work, Work, Work, Around the House, At the Adult Store and as a Slut at Night. Monday, morning and back to my sissy maid services. Promptly I wake up at 7:30am. As per usual my morning routine of an enema, showering and dressing. Today I did have to reapply depilatory cream to keep my body smooth and hairless. It takes an extra 10 minutes...
It was a long train journey from London to Inverness but Lucy preferred it to flying. Flying was stressful, train journeys were restful. At least for her. It was also much more pleasant to take the late night trains. They were slower and took longer but were generally less crowded and those that were on the train tended to fall asleep so it was quiet and pea...
It was one hot night in the city. After a romantic dinner with Yulia we had headed to a club to watch stand up comedians and have a few drinks. I felt it was going to be a night of adventure with my lovely Russian lady Yulia. Just a quick recap. I met her while working at a downtown cafe. She was a new employee there but moved on only after a week to a more...