The northbound D train often got stuck in that right-hand curve into 205th Street station. That was not unusual, because 205th was the terminal and trains had to clear the platform before another train could enter. Except on that night, it was the ungodly hour of nearly 3:00 AM when I was sitting there. This being May of 1977, public employees were completely demoralized and didn’t give a damn about doing their jobs. Thus...
One afternoon Holly and I were hanging out at a coffee shop in Manhattan. Along the way we got to talking about role-play games. We had already done some of those, but she proposed a new one. Holly started describing it. “We’re going to be playing a pick-up game. Have you heard of those?” “No; I’m not up on them.” “What they are is this: two people pretend they don’t know each other. Then one picks up, or tries to pick up...
“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 shuffles her feet as she negotiates the corner to go down the stairs, but her wet shoes slip on the grime-slicked floors anyway, and she grabs the handrail just in time, barely...
It had been a late evening, and feeling a little down, I decided to leave my friends at the bar and make my way home. I found myself pondering between taking the late train or the taxi, but decided on cheapness over convenience. I descended the damp, slippery and stained steps to the subway and purchased my ticket. The warm air rose to meet me as I continued downwards to the underground station. A single elevator brought...
Cara stepped onto the packed subway carriage and was immediately enveloped in the cram of bodies pressing into her from every angle. She reached down and readjusted her skirt, a tiny purple number which hinted at the bottom of her perky ass cheek. Underneath she was wearing a white thong, already damp in anticipation. She scanned the carriage discretely and looked for her companion. She had no idea what he looked like, wi...
“Fucking son of a bitch!” I yelled as I clicked off my cell phone. Sometimes having an old fashioned phone would be worth it, just for the satisfaction of slamming it down in someone’s ear. Jason stood me up again to go hang with his “bros.” Well, it’s likely he wasn’t going to be getting a blowjob or laid by those bros. Hope he has fun with them. I called up some friends and we arranged to go clubbing together. Several o...
Notes: This is the first winning entry from my custom erotic fiction contest. Given that I was aiming for flash fiction (1000 words or less), I did miss the mark coming out at a little over 1300 words. Still, I think you will enjoy the result. Disclaimer: This contest is a personal contest supported solely by Vita and is in no way associated with Lush Stories other than their gracious hosting of the results. For more info...
Leila raced down the stairs, hoping for some shelter from the blazing New York sun, only to be enveloped in the fetid mugginess that is the subway. She swiped her way onto the platform hoping desperately that her train would arrive quickly for fear that she might just melt. “The next uptown, local one train will arrive in seven minutes”, announced a booming voice over the loudspeaker, as Leila dug in her bag for anything...
It is just another regular day in my life. Wake up, drink coffee, head to work, blah blah blah, go home. I've been living in the city for a few weeks now but haven't had enough time to venture out and see the sights. Hit the clubs or restaurants. Or most regrettably, pick up any dates. Leaving the office that day I had no idea how my life was about to change.As I left work I headed down to the subway. It had taken me seve...
