Still a new writer, feedback appreciated. Disclaimer: All individuals in the following work of fiction are over the age of 18. * I stepped on the train and shuffled over to my seat. The cabin was almost empty save for a couple of people dressed in business attire. I chalked it up to the late hour and the fact that it was the holiday season. I had just fin...
I haven't seen you in a few months… I guess that's to be expected when we live so far apart right now. I had always sort of scoffed when people would say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I wish now that I didn't understand it so well. I'm convinced that the train is running as slowly as it can, and it feels like days have passed since I boarded. I...
(A Dylan James Story) This is a prequel to the One For The Road series filling in some of the main character's background. I would like to thank all the very nice fans who wrote to me and expressed their desire to read more about Dylan and his life. I was surprised and excited by the response. So this is for them. Enjoy! He was waiting for the #1 uptown lo...
As always, for Julie. You're standing on the platform, waiting for the train. It's an unusual day, you had the opportunity to get away early, and he was able to clear his afternoon as well. A perfect meeting of need and opportunity, far to rare to pass up. It's early afternoon, so you expect the train to be mostly empty, although you really don't know, this...
After that summer, I had some experiences with anonymous women on the subways. One time, when I was taking the train to Manhattan I was sitting woman across from an older woman wearing a short pink skirt. She looked at me, licked her lips, and spread her thighs. She kept doing this, giving me peeks at her panties. My cock was getting hard, and I began lickin...
Eric woke up and immediately knew that something was different. He looked around his crappy studio apartment and everything looked the same. He knew he had been dreaming, but any scrap of detail was lost as soon as he opened his eyes. Eric shrugged it off and got out of bed. He looked at the clock and saw he had woken up ten minutes before his alarm was set...
I was only there because I was a witness to the accident. I had dropped off a clothing donation down at the nearby collection site and was approaching the train tracks when the lights started flashing, the bell started ringing and the arms slowly dropped. Actually, I probably could had darted across before the gates got low enough to impede me but I...
**Author's note: This is the first thing I wrote - and actually completed - a few years ago now. I was sorting through my files and came across it and thought 'what the heck' I'll post it on the net. Hope you enjoy it, but it is quite a slow going story, with the action coming later. I shall try and post a chapter a week if anyone does like it, and thanks as...
BOOK 1 MIDGAR CHAPTER 1 Aeris Gainsbrough walked down the street in Sector 8. Her boots clapping against the stone sidewalk. She wore a pink dress that came to just above her ankles and her matching short coat kept her warm on the late Midgar night. Her flower basket was a lovely woven brown, the same color as her hair, and it flapped against her side as...
2. In the middle of the woods a man stood with an axe preparing to cut enough firewood to protect him from the coming cold of winter. He was a tall man with long thick hair that had been slicked back, and he wore a heavy coat, long pants, and boots to match. Winter was definitely here and all the wildlife had moved to warmer climates or hibernated. With foo...