(Author's Note: I had a different title for this when I first submitted this to an Editor here at Literotica for a better perspective on it. JadeQ was kind enough to agree to do it and her first touch was to suggest a new Title. I loved it. So Jade, my many thanks for a much better title and the many great suggestions you gave me. I also have to say one oth...
She heard the train whistle while lying in bed. The same whistle from the same train just like every other morning. "Some day Penny. Some day." She laid in her bed listening to the constant snoring of the man she thought she loved lying next to her. What's changed? she ask herself. Why doesn't he look at me the same way? Why don't I care anymore if he di...
With thanks to every_horizon for the encouragement and editing. ------------------- The train is late. I look out of the window and see... nothing. The hiss of the rain sounds louder than the engine so we must be moving very slowly, the small rickety carriage rattling quietly along. The late summer evening that had tempted me out in a skirt had broken int...
Wake on this day tired, the Pinkerton men set up watch for an attack at night. Each time they change watch or move about I would wake and point pistol at. Dan only groan when I move to get up so I reckon he is just as tired. Still it is time to be up, though reckon no hunt on this day, best to not scare the soldiers. Once am dressed head for the fire and ge...
Selecting my mark was easy. The tall one with broad shoulders, dark hair and smouldering eyes at the far end of the platform. He was wearing faded jeans, a white shirt, well worn boots and a casual jacket with a trench coat over the top. Smart but casual, maybe an engineer or an architect. Today I was dressed all in black, turtleneck jumper, and pencil ski...
It was on the Paris Metro line 1. It was rush hour and the car was packed. People were crammed against each other as tight as you could imagine as I was standing against a folding seat. They normally folded down but since the car was so full, it was curettes to just lean against them. So I was leaning against the seat, and he was leaning against me; his face...
This story is my first ever attempt at writing something of an erotic nature. I was encouraged to post it by a friend of mine so I hope you enjoy it! It's been written for someone I have been friends with for years and reflects how I hope our first real life meeting would go, should it ever come to pass. No names are included, so feel free to pretend this is...
I'd made the commute from Stamford to Grand Central Terminal five days a week for three years. More than a thousand round trips. In that time warp of madness, I got to recognize my fellow travelers well. The old fellow in tweeds, summer and winter, who disappeared into the New York Times as soon as he sat down. The kid with a dripping nose who resembled a co...
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...
Hey guys, I know I owe you a Duplicity update and that's coming up soon. This story just kinda spilled out of me so be sure to let me know what you think. The other stories I'm working on like the Nicole and John story and the Suzy and (unnamed) are coming. So hopefully once Duplicity is finished I'll give those my full attention. :) Special thanks to TJ f...