I lived on the beach for a while and commuted by motorcycle to the city. It was a pretty long trip, but fun, with winding roads taking me over the coastal hills and then along a lovely, rolling freeway to my office. I loved to ride, still do, in fact. It was a great way to start my day. In the summer, it was beautiful, but in the winter months, when even Ca...
I sat across from her in the Quiet Zone on my commuter train. It was the only seat available when I reached the train moments before it left. She was young. She was pretty. I had seen her many times before on the train. I'm sure she had seen me admiring her looks and I'm sure I wasn't the only man who did. I couldn't help but look at her and marvel at her n...
We meet up at the Kennedy subway station with your e-reader loaded with erotica and 60 stops on a return trip to Kipling and back. The purpose of this subway trip is not to get anywhere, but to simply enjoy the ride. We head to the far end of one car, sitting with our backs to the end, we can see the entire car ahead of us and no one will be peaking over ou...
I heard the sound of the train running along the tracks. I was finally free. Divorced and alone, but happy. Released now. After giving myself for more than 20 years to a guy who always treated me like his own. I was just an item for him. His mother, when he needed something to eat and the house to be cleaned, his shoulder, when he came home crying like a lit...
It had been a terrible weekend, the weather, which was supposed to have been wonderful, had been overcast and really depressing. It had got really cold, which here in Spain is not normal, even for the end of September. But more than just the weather, things really hadn't worked out. I had planned a sort of fun romantic weekend with Sylvia, a weekend that wou...
It felt like a coffin, especially as there were two of us in there, not just one—and one of us, not including me, was carrying a few too extra pounds. It was so claustrophobic in there that I wanted to hyperventilate and then I was hyperventilating in a good way—dancing on the clouds—and it had nothing to do with how close it was in the bunk on the train, we...
Amelia took a seat on an almost deserted train, she looked around her. There was a couple a few seats away, too deep within each others mouths to notice her. A man with his head stuck in a paper across the aisle from her and a woman looking into a compact mirror tidying her hair a few seats in front of her. She tried to decide who her next victim would be. W...
I was born and raised in New York City. Lived here all my life – well, I went off to Berkeley for college, but I couldn't wait to get back. Things out in California just never seemed real, somehow. As for the Gotham-brand of unreality, I missed the worst of it, mostly. Too young for the disco-era gilded age, too poor (and in the wrong business) for Wolf of...
After my sexual awakening, my life became one of contradictions. I gathered a wardrobe of identical looking burqas, but each one fulfilled a different kinky niche. I had some made of an imperceptibly finer material that showed off my body with the sun behind me, one that had Velcro panels that could be removed to expose my tits, ass and pussy, I even had one...
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...