I was sitting on a subway bench, staring at my reflection in the dirty glass. I looked like a girl version of me, maybe a sister or something. I was kind of cute, I thought, except for the upturned nose. I couldn't decide if I looked like a girl who might be a dude, or a dude who looked like a girl. Like, would people be more likely to say, "Hey, that guy lo...
I think this will be a fairly short story. It's about something that happened to me in New York City. I travel there probably 3 or 4 times a year. On one of my trips I ended up taking the Subway during rush hour. I hadn't done that before and was impressed with how many people pack onto a train at the same time. You truly do feel like a sardine in a tin. We...
*some of these stories will have to do with the POV of the person getting their cock hand/blow/footjobbed, some of the stories will simply have a greater emphasis on just describing the cock getting hand/blow/footjobbed by itself In an alternate reality, men can insert their cocks anywhere, at any time so that they can be massaged or rubbed by a woman's feet...
Umi yawned and stretched as she lay naked on her back in bed. Her warm, sixteen-inch flaccid cock draped over her left thigh while her massive testicles sat cozily between her splayed legs. She sat up and looked through the shades of the window beside her bed. The sun rose on a warm fall day, and Umi slid out of bed to get ready for her first day at her new...
D'Amcico's Corner Lounge was as full as it ever got on a Thursday afternoon. Pete D'Amico, owner and bartender, was in his usual spot, behind the bar talking with Lou Abitante. Lou was in his usual spot, end stool farthest from the door, beer in hand and words pouring out of his mouth. The only other person in the joint was an older gentleman, impeccably dre...
Gone are the days when I could sit across from a guy on a subway train and not worry whether he was an undercover vice cop. My seating preference back then used to depend on whether there was an orange or mustard space directly ahead of an older gent -- one not elderly enough to bring out my Elektra complex, but not so young that he could be arrested for sip...
Patrick walked down Broadway along the Columbia University campus. The physical at Columbia Presbyterian was relatively painless. The hospital staff was very professional considering that they were examining his genitalia. When he handed over his sperm sample, the nurse took it casually like it was just a glass of milk. Patrick certainly would not be so nonc...
New York's underground stayed relatively cool compared the concrete, steel, and glass furnace that made up the city streets in August. The subway cars used the cooler air from the dark, damp tunnels to alleviate the heat inside the cars, but that forced convection required the cars to be moving. This car was not moving. Ann, was trying to stay calm, but the...
Tyson had never seen anyone like her before. She looked like a gothic angel. She was leaning over the railings of the subway platform. She had a beautiful figure. She was small to medium height and slim in just the right places. Tyson looked her over from head to foot. She was wearing black, knee-high leather boots and fishnet stocking over her bare legs. He...
It's the year twenty fifty two. Nobody talks about how we're living in the future. We're just in it and bored. There still aren't flying cars. There are cheap self driving taxis, but the traffic makes them pointless. The city is overpopulated. Mass transit is the only way to get around. The subway system is privatized now though. Everything is owned by corpo...