Trying to get my brain reordered so I can write other things. – It’s a packed train. You look convinced that I can’t tell it’s you touching me. The slide of your fingertips along the seem of my tight skirt is so fleeting, surely I can’t tell. I know it’s you. I turn my head, …
Not quite a story… I love the way the air swirls just before a train pulls into the station. It’s almost magical like fairies dancing around my face, tickling my skin, trying to lift me from the dark to something much lighter. The sound, that thundering sound of metal clacking against metal melds to make …
Note: I got so excited writing this. Something about this girl… There she is again. Big, Beautiful, Sexy Woman. I hadn’t forgotten about this curvy beauty, but seeing her again sent my mind to wandering on my morning commute to work (yes, I’m thinking naughty things as I travel half awake to work). She’s probably …
A sharp turn forces him to widen his stance. Fitted khaki colored pants encase long legs and an ass I want desperately to sink my teeth into. He’s who I want. My post work, fatigue muddled brain wants him for no other reason than the way his shoulders stretch his blue shirt. That and his …
Something new? Maybe I watch as she slips off her sensible flats, changing into four-inch black heels that add height to her slender frame. Even seated I know she’s tall and I can’t help wondering if she’s going out after work, meeting her boyfriend or lover. The man she meets behind her husband’s back, perhaps? …