I was standing in the shower, crying, watching shaving cream and loose hair circle and slowly go down the train. Water ran down my gigantic boobs onto my stomach, around my cock, and down my legs. I was shaved completely bald below the neck. The tits were because a genii had twisted my wording on a wish, my new found extra nude nudity courtesy of a stripper...
Subway Slut 4 - Rescue © Literocat 2011 "Haaaaaa ha haaa! OK, we're done. She'll never pull her, ummm SHIT, again. Haaaaa! Hope you guys all enjoyed it. Time to clean up and split. Roll her up in the sheet and then in the carpet. No need to mess up the van." We saw them roll her up and start cleaning themselves up. Nixon told me to check Sue's email for det...
The events related here took place in the late 1970's. I was living in the East Village section of Manhattan, having moved from my parents' house to be closer to school and farther from them. I had very little spending money, but it was always possible to find ways to entertain one's self that were cheap or free. One of my favorites was to take the subway to...
Jonio pushed his way into the packed subway car with the rest of the last afternoon rush. It was a hot August day and the whirring air conditioners had no chance of keeping up with the heat of the overloaded car. He didn't need to find a hanger strap. There wasn't anywhere to fall. When the doors shut, he discovered himself standing behind and a little to t...
He was waiting at the car as he had promised, half sitting on the hood and grinning at me as I paid the cab driver. The taxi roared off, the sound of the engine reverberating off the concrete walls of the parking garage. He didn't move as I approached, simply watching me, arms casually looped over his chest, raincoat unbuttoned but loosely belted. He was wea...
Please read "The First Taste," which is the first one leading up to this. Believe it or not, all of this is based on real life. I hope you enjoy it, and I love hearing from readers. ********* About fucking time. It had finally happened – my roommate was leaving for the weekend. She had gone home for Christmas, same as me, and she had paired up with this g...
When my buddy Jim called to invite me to the Mets/Yankees game at Shea I jumped at the chance. I pretty much had been wallowing in depression since my recent divorce and getting out to a game was just what the doctor ordered. I hooked up with him Saturday in Times Square and we hit a good watering hole before hopping the 7 train out to Queens. The subway c...
It had been a very long week, filled with investor meetings and all of the other little extras that go along with out-of-town visitors. But it was finally Friday evening, and the last investor had left around four o'clock. That gave her just enough time to finish the reports and correlate the copies into stacks to be stapled into booklets. By the time Cynthi...
One minute passes. The subway train has still yet to arrive. Within the station, many people push forward, causing it to get even more crowded between the dirty concrete walls. It seems everyone wants to take the 8:30 train. Faye, a dark haired working class woman, stands between a pole and a few junkies. This was the last place she wanted to be. It was grit...
He entered the crowded train after a hard days work and was searching for a free seat on the subway, but no such luck. So he had to stand up on this wonderfully crowded LA train car,"aren't I the luckiest man alive", he thought sarcastically to himself. He was just about to let out a sigh of despair until she walked into the car. She had short dark hair, bea...