Juliet was going on a train journey from London to Aberdeen to meet her boyfriend. It was summer time so she had dressed in light summer clothes. This outfit consisted of white lacy panties, white camisole top, stockings and suspenders because she hated wearing tights, and a floral print dress which was button through, a matching silk scarf was around her ne...
In Praise of The Bum (Or The Ass as Our American Cousins Call It) I don't know what it was but the rocking of the underground train always had the same effect on me at the end of the day. It made me sleepy. Today I was dozing before the train got to the next station. Maybe it was the heat, the tiredness (and boredom) from my job. The half a bottle of wine a...
I recently took a break from my new business to visit relatives at the coast. Usually you can guarantee that I get 7 days of drizzle and force 9 gales but for once this time, I got a few days of Caribbean-like heat...and although I didn't have time for a hot and steamy romance by the sea, it did remind me of a time when I was younger and willing to hop on to...
"Damn, I hate it when the train is late. Now I'll get home late." The train pulls up in front of me and the doors open. It's very busy. I debate to myself about whether or not to wait for the next one, but I'm already late. I step on. Standing room only, again. I hate standing; the crowds, the heat, sweaty people, the noise. I turn on my headphones and grab...
Some of the ideas for this story, and certainly the inspiration, were adapted from a Japanese hentai cartoon, Express Train (there are, of course, quite a few bus and train versions of this theme in Japanese idol movies). I placed the story in the fetish section, as its primary theme is frotteurism. However, it does clearly shade into exhibitionism and voyeu...
Dante stood silently on a very crowded train. It was dark and he was itching to get home. He was tall with short black hair. He wore a white t-shirt with a black on over it with black dickie jeans and glasses. For the most part he was holding out fairly well but, tonight he was having one of his episodes. Dante was a virgin and very horny one at that. To sat...
Jessica was driving pretty fast toward her grandfather's farm along the river. She had imposed a deadline on herself and wanted to be in position in plenty of time. She was heading for a "special" beach near a long sweeping bend in the river where fine sand had built up over a few million years or so. The beach was great and the river flowed slowly so swimmi...
I WASN'T CONVINCED, BUT THE COMMENTS AND EMAILS YOU HAVE SENT THINK THAT THERE IS SOME MORE IN THIS STORY, SO HERE IS PART 5. FOR NEW READERS I STRONGLY RECOMMEND YOU CATCH UP WITH THE PREVIOUS STORIES TO GET THE BACKGROUND AND UNDERSTAND THE CHARACTERS. * Jane raised her car window, gave me a naughty smile and drove off before I could answer. I stood th...
Thomas worked downtown as a lawyer. Everyday he would take the subway to and from work getting jostled along with all the other commuters. Unlike the other commuters Thomas likes it. The smell of the hot metal from the train breaks, the heat in the overcrowded cars coming off of everyone else's bodies, the noise of the tracks clicking and clacking underneath...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 This story is based on a 220-word story in German starting 'Mir gegenuber' and the author has adapted the basic translation to form a new story. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of those parts of this story that are his original work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are i...