With a smile, you remember the small parcel that I gave you last time we met. Hidden away, you had almost forgotten it. Lifting it down from its hiding place, your mind recalls my words to you when I gave it to you. “Wear this next time we meet. But, under no circumstances open this box until just before you set off. Text me when you leave.” At the time, you thought my words a little strange, but now you are intrigued. Pu...
“Tickets, please!”The man looks tired, but does his best to appear imposing. It’s the last train of the night, an empty carriage save for the two people right at one end, sitting diagonally across from one another.I bring the requested item out of my pocket. The man gives it a cursory glance before turning to the woman sitting by the aisle. She’s rummaging in her bag. “What have I done with it?” she murmurs.The Revenue Pr...
A curve of moon Cast shadingAcross your sleeping face A distant train Was whistlingSound alone through space Awakened deep in nighttimeA chill slipped in the roomI pressed myself against youTo chase away the gloom And just by merely sleepingLying next to meMy fears evaporatedAlmost magically Relaxing then beside youThe train whistled once moreI drifted back to sleep againSoothed by your tender snore.
My boyfriend is an exhibitionist. He loves to show his affection for me in public and we're always kissing and holding hands. But, lately, he has wanted us to have sex in open areas. The first few times we did it, I was shocked that he wanted me to do these things. But, as we were doing them, my adrenaline would surge. I was just as much an exhibitionist as Adam!When we go out to dinner, it often ends up with him putting...
I was sitting in the light rail car. I live in Portland, Oregon and we have this thing called the MAX. Its like an over-ground subway. Well that day I was riding it up to the airport because I needed to stop by Ikea which is next to it. Well I was sitting there catching up on my phone when we slowed down and stopped at a station. I was sitting in the back and three girls got on. It was a little crowded so two of them sat...
Boy, what a day! I'm feeling tired after working the, by now, usual twelve hour shift. All day cooking makes you smell of food, so I usually get a shower before heading out, and today was my last shift of the week, so I need to relax a little. After a long steamy shower, feeling relaxed and clean... I lost track of time, quarter to eleven, damn! The metro closes at half past eleven, and I've got a long way to walk yet, I...
“So there I was: heart palpitating like a teenager, looking at this man--this demi-God--and just wanting him. Wanting to get down on my knees in front of him and take him, own him, have him. Jesus, the feeling was so intense.” Jen and I were on the train--we were heading North towards Cumbria, for a short holiday in the Lake District. I had only been half listening: there was a bloke at the table opposite us who looked, w...
Without moving at all, we were fucking each other. Her cunt was rhythmically squeezing my cock. The vibration of the train was buzzing up through the base of my shaft into her, and every bump drove me a little deeper. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning so I didn't draw the attention of the other passengers. We were fully clothed and she was sitting on my lap, facing away from me, pretending to look at her phone. He...
Tuesday evening. A quarter past eight. It’s dark out. As the train eases out of the main station, the interior of the carriage reflects in the window. I’m right at the front of the train, my back to the driver’s cabin. There aren’t many people in this carriage, since most can’t be bothered to walk the full length of the platform. Nevertheless, I have two people in close proximity. On my left, next to the aisle, is a man d...
My cock squirted hot sticky cum into her throat, she pulled my cock out so the next burst landed on her lips and chin as she stroked my cock faster and faster and my knees buckled. She licked the last few drops off the end of my cock, swallowing with a large slurp and with a devilish grin said, “Let’s get to the hotel to fuck some more." ----------------------------------- Vi stood and smoothed her skirt down her gorgeou...
I was catching the train from the Blue Mountains down into Sydney which is a good two hour trip, plenty of time to spend reading or working. On this particular day there weren't many passengers so I settled into my seat at the rear of one of the cabins, setup my iPad on the table and decided to catchup on some reading in Lush. I love the slow build up that erotica provides and I had quite an eclectic mix of genre in my re...
Dear Journal, When I got onto the train late that night, I wasn't expecting anything special to happen. Walking towards my regular spot in the back, I passed by a lady that looked really familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on where I had seen her before. She was sitting in the front of the train car, legs crossed at the ankles, wearing a long colorful skirt and a tight shirt. She was looking out the window, her hair co...
As the sun blazed down from the middle of a cobalt blue sky and I watched the green and fertile Adelaide Plains slip slowly past the window, I knew I'd made the right decision. For the last three weeks I'd snaked my way round the coast and hinterlands of New South Wales and Victoria with nothing but a rucksack and my best friend Gemma for company. We'd started in Sydney, made our way loosely in the direction of Melbourne,...
I was in a foulmood. My week had been full of deadlines and meetings and my asshole boss had dumped a huge workload on me. To top it off, the air conditioning in the office was broken, so I'd spent long days sweating in the office, longing to feel cool air on my skin. It was Friday evening and, having decided that I no longer cared what my boss thought of me, I'd left the office on time, at 6pm. The commute home was doing...
“Hey look, this’ll do,” you say, and plump your bag down on a four-seater table. It’s good to get a table to ourselves, although this mid-week afternoon train from King’s Cross is almost empty. It’s much nicer than travelling at the weekend, when the train to Edinburgh is often packed. It was a good idea of yours to get to our friend’s hen party this way, rather than drive. It’ll be more relaxing, and no need to worry abo...
