It might have been the train, or perhaps her sheer boredom riding the Red Line all the way out to Shady Grove. Close in to DC the stops came up quite often and she must have spent her idle time watching the passengers entering and exiting the train. After Tinleytown and Friendship Heights, the stops began to stretch out as the train ran the rail toward and t...
Lydia sat on the couch and fiddled with her skirt. "What's up?" "Teach me to do anal." Elunara blinked. "Well, then." She blushed. "I... liked..." "Don't have to explain." Elunara shook her head. "I will teach you this on one condition." "Alright." "You'll go back to training." Lydia jolted. "What?" She shook her head. "No! I HATE it! You said that...
A short story written after I saw one girl stare at another on my train. And I admit to avoid proof reading a much longer story. Enjoy and, as always, comments welcome. It was so much easier, now that the trains had bike compartments. No more struggling to get the bike onto the train and no more getting in everyone's way. Following my afternoon ride, I...
My move to London was the start of a great adventure. I had been house-sitting in Cornwall for the past few months. It's a job I normally enjoyed but my last place of residence was a nightmare. The location was ideal, as were its grounds, but the building itself had dark satanic undertones which were slowly getting to me, plus there were a few other things...
The turnstile uttered no movement in response to Natalie's panicked haste as she pushed against its bar. Grunting choice words, her coat barely clung to one shoulder as her handbag, its contents open for all of the dark lobby to see, hung by a single strap from her elbow. This desperate image appeared to say more about the time than her watch had fifteen min...
I had noticed him looking at me a few times on the train, a glance that seemed to say he was doing more than just looking around. I was instantly attracted to him as well, dark looks and blue eyes pulled straight from my dreams. We had never spoken but the bustle of the morning and evening commute sometimes jostled us nearer to each other so I could smell hi...
Message from the author: First of all, thank you for considering to read this story. This is a continuation of two characters, Kym and Steve. They were in my previous 4 chapter story named The Chance Encounter. ** It had only been a few hours since I got home. I had sorted my bag out, got showered and was sat ready to relax. Then I remembered Kym's thong...
Alan pulled on his gloves, turned of the light and pulled the door closed behind him. He waved to the night watchman at the desk as he left the building and to the gate guard as he left the ultra secure compound of Maggie Maye Cosmetics, where he had worked as a research chemist for almost 15 years. He pulled into a service station about a 1/2 mile down the...
Train was at 11am and I was done with hair (pixie bob with long side bangs) and makeup by 9:00am. I wore the black thong with denim high waist pencil skirt and white shoulderless flare sleeve tank top. I needed a ride to the train station which would take 45 minutes in the morning traffic. I didn't want daddy to know where i was going, I told him that i was...
The train ride was sure to be a long one. She was traveling from Chicago to California on the Zephyr. She was on her way to make a life for herself in the west. She wasn't sure doing what yet, but knew that she could do it out west. She sighed and decided to go sit in the observation car for a while. She brushed back the golden brown locks from her face as s...