Dante stood silently on a very crowded train. It was dark and he was itching to get home. He was tall with short black hair. He wore a white t-shirt with a black on over it with black dickie jeans and glasses. For the most part he was holding out fairly well but, tonight he was having one of his episodes. Dante was a virgin and very horny one at that. To sat...
Jessica was driving pretty fast toward her grandfather's farm along the river. She had imposed a deadline on herself and wanted to be in position in plenty of time. She was heading for a "special" beach near a long sweeping bend in the river where fine sand had built up over a few million years or so. The beach was great and the river flowed slowly so swimmi...
The fluorescent lights in the station buzzed incessantly, and as Chloe fed her travel card through the ticket machine she cursed the day she jumped a light at 60 miles per hour in her flashy new car. Her punishment; having to travel to and from work by tube and endure the various delays, dysfunctional members and bad odours of society that came with it, for...
ONE She only knew this guy for the last few weeks. Working in a city like Tokyo made other foreigners stand out easily. They met in passing on the subway to work. He was new to town and just started working in the same building. By some off chance he picked her carriage to share the commute. She always had the same spot on the train. She is a workaholic,...
Copyright Oggbashan July 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ I was sitting at my dining room table counting the week's taki...
Chapter 3 The Kid sees red Jeremy Michael Finch was pissed. He was beyond angry, he was thermonuclear. He had heard the expression 'I saw red' many times before, but until now it never made sense. Tonight it came to him with startling clarity as the world literally turned red before his eyes. His hands were gripping the wheel of the old Chevy Vega so tight...
I originally published this as a topic in a well-known UK swingers forum. This is an extended version. For the American audience (if anyone actually reads at all that is), pants are knickers in British. After a long day at work, I manage to get to the train and find an empty 4 seater. I take the window seat as the dcrowd fills in. The seat opposite mi...
'I know that jacket' I thought to myself. I'd seen it somewhere before - leather with fake fur around the collar and half way down the sleeves. Not perhaps the nicest piece of fashion you're ever likely to see, but certainly distinctive. I racked my brains trying to think where I'd seen it, and was almost at the point of giving up when I saw the legs of the...
Tom couldn't hold it. He had to cum and he didn't care that he was on a train. It would be hours before his stop and it would be another hour after that until he got home, where a few strategically folded paper towels waited to be soaked through. It wasn't a busy travel day. The Northeast Regional was lightly occupied. Everyone who wanted two seats got two...
Millie escaped the murky atmosphere at street level by disappearing into the hellhole that was the Bedford-Nostrand subway station. Like every morning for the past two months, she was running late for work. Not that tardiness created anxiety. A lifetime of stable employment at a profitable, family-owned stationery emporium was practically guaranteed. The Ort...