It was over fifty years ago: I had turned twenty-one three months earlier, and only six weeks previously had left my engagement party to catch a train to Waiouru, having had the misfortune to be drafted to serve my country as an Army recruit in the Nation...
The Tinder guy arrives at my condo at 9. He is larger than his picture. He is hot and that’s deliberate on my part. His name is (and I kid you not) Lance. I hope it refers to his dick. Lance is tall and heavy-muscled. My mouth waters. When he sees...
Chapter One: The soft evening Nashville breeze is a welcome change from the Wyoming winds I have dealt with for two months. I smile and take in a deep breath as I step out of the baggage claim and out onto the sidewalk looking for my Uber. Dusk is just...
I scanned the faces on the crowded train, many looked hot and flustered. A hard day in a sweaty office followed by a busy crowded commute home. No wonder they looked tense. One guy stood out though; tall and cool, standing opposite me in the corridor and...
As I stepped outside the Uber my 6-inch heels clicked against the pavement making a loud noise and attracting the attention of a few guys loitering outside of the house. I could tell they were staring at me, as I stood up, my long slender legs protruding...
It was getting hot- I was getting hot. Riding the tube commando was both a delicious empowerment and a slow edging torture. Ever since I left home that morning, every light breeze of air, every soft rub against the chair when sitting down and standing up…...
I sit in Dylan Rey’s hair salon on Tunbridge Wells High Street and stare at my new little black bob. I worried it wouldn’t suit my face, that I wouldn’t be able to manage the upkeep, and that at thirty-six I was too old. Scariest of all, if I didn’t have...
The train arrived in Southampton at half past three, and I sat in the ladies’ waiting room until the London express’s departure at a quarter past four. When it was time to leave, I had trouble finding a porter to assist me with my suitcase but finally att...
Train journeys always make me horny. No idea why. Maybe it’s the frequency of the monotonous clacking and rattling of the wheels. Maybe it’s the mellow vibration. I don’t know, but my thoughts always seem to drift into a certain direction. If a cat’s purr...
The Revenge of a Teenage Genius Bryan Callway had to juggle the competing interests of his life. There were so many things for a seventeen-year-old boy to keep track of. There was time spent with his parents, who loved and cherished him. There was time...
As Becky looked out the window of the train car, my hand moved discretely over to her thigh. I rested it ever so lightly on her leg just above the knee. Becky was so interested in what was passing by she didn't notice at first. That gave me the courage t...
It had been a little over a year since that steampunk party where I met Anna. Julie, our mutual friend, had set us up to meet there, slyly telling each of us that she would meet us there and then not showing up! But it worked out for the best for us both–...
“The train is approaching. Please step back from the platform.” Lianna hears the announcement as she hurries towards the stairs leading down to the subway platform. “Shit,” she breathes and quick-steps her way through the almost empty station. She shuffl...
I was still a virgin, at my advanced age (17), but aroused a lot, loved reading sex scenes in books, imagining it, touching myself. I traveled every day on a crowded train, on the way to my classes. One day I was standing, as usual, holding on to the pole...
It’s been a long day at workA hot summers dayI jump on the trainas the doors are closing The train is packedNo seats availableAs I stand to the sidePulling my shirt from my bodyto get the air moving I look up to see you staring at my waistWith each shirt...
