Shit. That's what this day has become, a giant tub of shit and dreams. The single light in the cart flickers at the very end. My panties are nearly soaked through and only getting worse. She was silent sitting across from me, I refuse to meet her eyes, nervous as hell, and almost panting from anxiety and the thought of doing something petty. What if I got up and pretended to fall or trip and land on her lap. Put on the se...

My heart pounds in my chest as she walks by. The smell of her perfume fills my nostrils as she struts past me, hips swaying with every step. Her eyes dart to mine, just like every other day. My palms are sweaty as I once again avoid her gaze, and pretend as if I wasn't just gawking at her plump ass. There's something different about her today. She seems more defiant, more dangerous than usual. The tattoos on her arms and...

She hated the long trip home, but it was always good to see her family. The two hour trip home always wore her out no matter what time of day she travelled. Usually her train companions were just business men and women in suits who were too busy reading things on their phones and ipads to make conversation, but on this trip one of her companions didn’t fit the business man category. She peeked out from beneath her eye las...

As I stand waiting on the platform, my eyes are drawn towards the beautiful woman stepping down from the train. Her smile makes me stand up straight with a smile. As I watch her, the only way I can explain the looks she's giving me is that she is undressing me with her eyesI look at her figure. Her sweet curves and tanned skin as she walks towards me, her short skirt brushing her thighs with her very tight white shirt fit...

Steven and Lyndsey had been looking forward to this break for awhile. They had both been working hard and needed some relaxation. They got on the train early Friday morning, but as was to be expected it was full of commuters. There were no seats but they managed to find a spot to stand near the doors. The train stood in the station for awhile but then finally they were off. A whole weekend away from everyone and everythin...

I hated the commute to and from work, trains have always bored me and the forty-five minute journey to work and back was mind numbing. I've never been able to read on the train, and so I spent most of my time people watching. Wondering where people were going and what they would do when there. I had a fun imagination so that passed some time, but bored me too after a while. Today had been a good day at work, mainly due to...

She stared out the window at the passing scenery, at seemingly endless acres of fields and vineyards. Her face had taken on the melancholy look of her thoughts as they ran deep. Ten years of marriage she'd given him, fifteen years of her life in all, for what? For him to decide that she wasn't worth it. They'd been through rough times before, but this time was different. The relationship was cold. And when she suggested t...

The luggage only just made it through the door ahead of us before it was forgotten. I wriggled out of my sandals and flung them in the doorless wardrobe as Adam hopped on one foot removing his second shoe, then we crushed together and spiralled into the room, kissing and groping as we went. Stopping just short of the bed, he grabbed my butt again and hiked the skirt up to my waist as our tongues duelled wetly. The sexual...

It was still early when we reached Paris: too early to check into the hotel near Gare de L’est, so we picked up a carnet, ditched our bags at the station and went sightseeing. Being just the right side of Bastille Day, the city was baking and heaving. Within two or three weeks it would become a comparative ghost town as the locals flocked south for the holidays. But today the throngs of indigenous Parisians and tourists g...

July 2011. In all my travels, the Paris Metro is one of my favourite transport systems. Whether whizzing across to breathtaking views of La Tour Eiffel or hopping up to Anvers to marvel at the gleaming Sacré Cœur and bustling artists of Place du Tertre, it’s an essential piece of kit to explore what is arguably the most romantic European city. To plan a Metro journey, just like most other underground systems, the rule of...

It’s early. Far to early to be up on New Years Day, but we are up anyway. We are on our way to Brighton from London. My girlfriend Jess is asleep with her head in my lap, as the train passes through Gatwick and our carriage empties out. It looks like not a lot of people are on their way to Brighton this rather chilly early New Years morning. Jess wakes up as we stop at the next station. She looks up and me and smiles slee...

This story continues on from the previous chapter, “CDA: The Brunette”, recounting the erotic adventures of an Australian defence agent. It was well after eight in the evening when I arrived home from the ‘office’. It had been a long and stressful day, no thanks to Sarah; however, there had been a pleasant surprise on the way home. After attending the debriefing for the previous night’s assignment, regarding the German de...