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...
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 was riding the subway across Seoul when I noticed this strait-laced older woman across the train sitting upright with her back arched and chin up. She was middle-aged and prim. Her blouse collar went all the way to the neck, like she was a 1660 Puritan. Her mind had to be all hopped up on Confucianism. She sat upright even as the subway car shook. Me? I wa...
He sat across from her everyday on the subway. Same car; same seat; same time every morning. He would have considered this coincidence odd had he not caught her sideways glimpse one morning as he readjusted his hard-on. She wore a dress that looked like an abstract painting. It hit six inches above the knee and gathered slightly at the waist so that he could...
It had been a full week since the first time Alicia hugged me. Now I planned my day around those few seconds when I might see her. I didn't have anywhere else to be, but I wanted to be sure I was at the station when she got off the subway. The note I held in my pocket said hugging me was the bright spot in her day. Somehow that made it feel like I had a resp...
A major traffic jam had forced Dr. Ryan to take the subway to the museum. Looking at the map while she waited, Cassandra grumbled, realizing it was going to be a long ride. She hated the D. C. metro system. The tram pulled up and she entered with the rest of the crowd. She stepped to the left, near the back, hoping no one would bother her. A group of men i...
I love getting out of the office at lunchtime. It gives me an opportunity to clear my head, and listen to either Jim Rome or Colin Cowerd on sports talk radio, as I drive to one of the local eateries. Since I'm trying to watch my waist, along with my budget, I usually hit the local Subway at least once a week. It's a fairly popular spot, so there's usually...
Monday, Eleanor awoke early – the sky in the East had barely begun to lighten. Remaining under the covers, she stretched, deliberately lengthening from fingertips to toes. Physically, she was exhausted, but her mind raced with visions of what the day – especially her commute home – might hold. Memories of her subway ride the previous Friday evening flooded...
Note: Shadow Sex is a dark anthology series focusing on sex, modern technology, and exceptional scenarios. Monday: It was a sweltering evening in Manhattan. Sarah felt like a sardine, riding the packed and humid subway to her small, uptown apartment. Pressed up against a pole by countless bodies, she could feel the sweat acting like a glue between her skin...
I'll cut to the chase and skip the "Oh, I really love my wife...." crap. The truth be told, I'm a horny guy who it turned out married someone as horny if not hornier (hard to believe). And so the story unfolds... Something just wasn't adding up. So I followed my busty blonde blue eyed wife one day from work. And what I saw not only rocked me, but almost mad...