Dear Diary, The subway! It's a world unto itself - a combo of sweaty armpits, stale air, and regrettable cologne choices. I'm shaking as I write this. My heart is pounding just like those uncertain moments I had in school playing goalkeeper and we had the decisive penalty kicks back during the conference finals. I’m still thinking of those touches. Damn! The electricity of the unexpected is etched into my consciousness. I...

"Alex," was all I managed to say, and I’m sure I barely whispered it. I couldn't look away from him, and God, I knew an uncontrollable surge of wetness coursed from my wanting pussy as the doors of the subway car closed and the train accelerated again. "Well, Alex," he said, "I think I owe you, and I hate to be in anyone’s debt." He leaned in close and guided me toward the rear of the car and rows of empty seats. I watche...