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 pullI’m showing my belly above my skirtAnd you can’t take your eyes off me I look away feeling a little cheekyI keep flashing knowing you’re watchingI turn back and catc...

Molly A few days after my encounter with the college men at the movies, I had been lying in bed thinking how much fun it was.   I had really liked being groped by two strangers with Caleb watching me helpless and confused.   It had been in fucking tense.   What the fuck was I doing?   For one thing, I had been showing Caleb I was not a toy, at least not his toy.   I had also liked being in control of my rather voluptuous...

I looked up at the subway map and counted the stops. Ugh, twenty more stops to go… I started doing the math in my head as I twiddled with my black clutch that perfectly matched my black leather high heel boots. So like five min between each stop so like an hour to go…. Ugh… The clacking of the subway echoed through the incredibly cramped car. More and more people piling on at every stop while we passed under the centre of...

I always liked porn. If you asked me why I'm happy to live in the twenty-first century, that would be my answer. Porn. I love the different fantasies it can express, all crazier than each other. Of course, there will always be people screaming at, "the degradation of human dignity," but these guys don’t know what beauty is. A red and swollen pussy dripping with cum after a good fuck, a woman's face covered with semen, a c...

Giovanni handed me a towel from the nearest bathroom. I wiped my face, then stood up, holding the towel against my crotch. “I need to shower,” I said.  It was self-evident; I was covered in their seed. I went into my bathroom and turned the shower on. Still holding the towel against myself to keep from leaking all over the floor, I grabbed my douching equipment. The temperature set, I washed myself, starting with my hair...

"Good morning my child, you have a visitor from Tænnið Beach," Sister Anna addressed me as I lay in the sick-bed of the Convent in St. Claire with a heavily bandaged ankle. "Good morning, Sister," I replied, with the words 'Tænnið Beach' triggering a dose of adrenaline. "God wants you to tell the detective everything you experienced with Jennifer on the train," Sister Anna calmly instructed me. I took a deep sigh and star...

  The packed commuter train veered from side to side as it violently changed tracks, throwing the passengers with it. The overstuffed briefcase of the suit next to you, bashing painfully into your thigh.  You glance with a territorial scowl before accepting his apologetic look as he pulls it back onto his lap nervously.  Seeking solitude, you cross your legs and squeeze yourself tighter into your window seat.   You press...

It was nearly 1:00 am when I found myself stood alone on the platform. I took a deep inhale of my cigarette, holding it for a moment before exhaling slowly into the cold air. The smoke floated out above the tracks and was blown away as the train came screeching into the station. I staggered and stepped back. In my half-drunk state, I hadn't noticed the trains approach. I took another quick pull of my cigarette before flic...

I married my high school sweetheart. Bill came from what I would call an "Old-Fashioned Traditional" family, and by that, I mean, his mom never worked outside of the home, and they went to church every Sunday. She cleaned, cooked, had babies and raised kids until they were empty-nesters, the typical suburban household of the 60s and 70s. My husband finished college when I was a freshman, and we got married right after his...

I had to go to London to sign some documents; Dec’s wanted me to drive but I thought it would be better to go by train.  I arrived at Victoria but needed a tube to patch me through to Upminster. The tube train was packed full of hot commuters crammed in like sardines. I could smell the musky aroma of sweat, aftershave and perfume. There was a problem with the signals and it was lurching its way slowly down the line, stopp...