It was late as I ran for the train. My thoughts still on our time we spent together, our stolen weekend in your bush hut. As I ran for the train, warm droplets of sweat formed on my body, as I vividly recalled out hot weekend of sweet love. I made the last train home just in time. Alighting the train, my eyes searched for an empty seat. I walked passed a fe...
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...
Place and Time: Memphis, 1954 Ruth checked herself in the mirror again. She didn't know why she was taking such pains. It wasn't even a date, just another evening hanging out at JB's Blues on Beale Street. Her sister Lily was dating the owner, and he'd invited them both to see a new act. "You've got to see this guy," he'd told them. "He used to come and pl...
Surely she wasn't the only one. Everyone did it, harbored wicked thoughts. Of course they did—it was all hidden beneath their business suits and workday clothes. She couldn't be the only one. Of that she was certain. But maybe, maybe she was the only one who'd crossed the line. Who'd moved from wicked thought to action. The 5:45 p.m. train from Linley Sta...
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...
On his way to the office, Vernon would stop by the newspaper stand to visit with Rosie. Rosie, a plump British woman, always asked Vernon how he was keepin' with an accent that made Vernon think she really meant it. She came across, at least to Vernon, as very appropriate for her job. She stood behind, or beside her newspaper stand, in her floral shift dre...
Julie wanted sex, no, she needed it and the bit of playing on the phone with her husband the night before didn't help any. Yeah it was kind of exciting, but he had been traveling for over a week and she needed more than his voice to satisfy her. Even after she brought herself to orgasm running her fingers over her clit as he described how he wanted to eat he...
Anal Sex with Stranger on a Train 1 On the way home from work, a man anally molests a stranger on a crowded commuter train. Having been riding this train for years, Peter rode this commuter train every day, twice a day to and from work home. In all the years, never has he ever seen the train as crowded. With nowhere to put them, the train was so crowded...
"Tickets please." I hear him coming down the train car. What can I say, I like a man in a uniform. And a cap. And a little red tie that I can use to pull him into the dark corners of the train as I head home late at night. We've never exchanged names or numbers, we know nothing about one another. But I like the way his hair curls out from under his cap, an...
It might have been the train, or perhaps her sheer boredom riding the Red Line all the way out to Shady Grove. Close in to DC the stops came up quite often and she must have spent her idle time watching the passengers entering and exiting the train. After Tinleytown and Friendship Heights, the stops began to stretch out as the train ran the rail toward and t...