Anyone with a subway
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Hi I have a story on a train it is called The Game chapter 3 you can find it at the link below.
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=30355
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Hudson
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=30355
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Hudson
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I once found one at ftp://ftp.asstr.org (it's the site that they store all the old alt.sex.stories archinves).
Goto Pub/Collections/EliTheBearded and somewhere there's a story called Subway or TheSubway. It was pretty hot, if I remember correctly, but not vanilla by any means.
Goto Pub/Collections/EliTheBearded and somewhere there's a story called Subway or TheSubway. It was pretty hot, if I remember correctly, but not vanilla by any means.
Trains els etc.
I think the thing to really keep in mind here is making it credible. It shouldn't be that hard, but don't write one where he is standing behind her, she lifts her skirt (or he does), and they fuck standing (as in she never even bends over) and no one notices. Yea, right! No one's dick is THAT long, not even John Holmes (before he croaked of course).
But, if they boarded the train in the night/late evening and there was like one other guy in that car and they got it on - maybe with him joining in - or two other guys go on at the next stop and they all had a gang-bang, well, that's another matter!
I think the thing to really keep in mind here is making it credible. It shouldn't be that hard, but don't write one where he is standing behind her, she lifts her skirt (or he does), and they fuck standing (as in she never even bends over) and no one notices. Yea, right! No one's dick is THAT long, not even John Holmes (before he croaked of course).
But, if they boarded the train in the night/late evening and there was like one other guy in that car and they got it on - maybe with him joining in - or two other guys go on at the next stop and they all had a gang-bang, well, that's another matter!
true story
One evening, while riding a crowded subway back to Brooklyn, I felt a hand reaching up under my skirt. I looked to see a young man sitting on the seat next to the pole I was holding. He seemed surprised that I didn't pull away. In fact I looked him right in the eye, almost daring him to continue. The train was packed with people and noone seemed to notice as his fingers rub my clit and entered my pussy. He pushed deep inside of me as I rocked with the motion of the train, bringing myself to complete orgasm. It was difficult to be quiet about it, but I kept on until reaching my station. Three orgasms later I left the train with a big smile.
One evening, while riding a crowded subway back to Brooklyn, I felt a hand reaching up under my skirt. I looked to see a young man sitting on the seat next to the pole I was holding. He seemed surprised that I didn't pull away. In fact I looked him right in the eye, almost daring him to continue. The train was packed with people and noone seemed to notice as his fingers rub my clit and entered my pussy. He pushed deep inside of me as I rocked with the motion of the train, bringing myself to complete orgasm. It was difficult to be quiet about it, but I kept on until reaching my station. Three orgasms later I left the train with a big smile.
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You may want to check out my thread I had going on the Sexual Role Play board a while back. It has the theme you require. The Long Ride...
You could use a crowded train.
If...
A) The instigator used mass mind-control (Far-fetched but no further than other mind-control stories.
Or
B) Someone was coping a quick feel.
One of the stories in the British anthology film Tube Tales involved a woman in a short skirt and low-cut top teasing a man until he developed a hard-on, forcing him to leave the carraige in rather a hurry.
If...
A) The instigator used mass mind-control (Far-fetched but no further than other mind-control stories.
Or
B) Someone was coping a quick feel.
One of the stories in the British anthology film Tube Tales involved a woman in a short skirt and low-cut top teasing a man until he developed a hard-on, forcing him to leave the carraige in rather a hurry.
! And Tiggs, I'm going to check out that thread you sent!
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Hope you like it... A new, similar thread could always be started over in the SRP board again for those who want an interactive story.
subway
Hi Scarlett,
May I call you by that name? May I tell the readers of Lit this true story? We were travelling on the train from Fenchurch Street station. I sat across from you while you were engrossed in the big book "Scarlett." We still haven't got to know each other. Alas we never will. It would be really a miracle if we did. I watched you reading. Your eyes looked over the book; a faint smile appeared on your face.
You could not concentrate on your book any more. You laid it down on your lap. I couldn't take my eyes off your beautiful face. Your big beautiful hazel eyes told me that you liked the idea of me watching you. So I didn't take them off you.
You wore a light flowered dress with lots of frills and it was spread over a pair of legs which I could only imagine were of a fantastic shape. Yes, this is true also of your entire figure.
There must have been a silent force sending messages across to each other. I feel sooooo certain that you were aroused as much as I was. Your hands went down to your secret spot and kept kneading that centre of passion and yearning. Your dress now being pressed down by your hands, I could see the form of your shapely legs. We were alone on part of the journey. A few stations further and passengers filled the empty seats. You looked out of the carriage dreamily. It seemed as though you, like me, were asking why they had to be there, why they had to disturb our silent, unspoken conversation.
I was now confronted with futile truth as the train sped on. Two stations further and I would have to leave the train. The short escapade was over. The train was slowing down now. I wanted to keep seated. to carry on to an unknown destination. with an unknown woman. The train came to a final stop as the brakes screeched. The ugly noise put an end to our secret. I stood up and in passing gave you a soft punch on your left shoulder. "Bye." I said before I left the train. A smile appeared on your face. A smile mixed with sadness and a certain joy. Memories of that journey and of your beauty still linger in my mind. These were one of the most beautious fifteen minutes of my life. Your features reminded me of my wife whom I had lost to a dreadful disease two years earlier. Bye, Scarlett. And take care.
Hi Scarlett,
May I call you by that name? May I tell the readers of Lit this true story? We were travelling on the train from Fenchurch Street station. I sat across from you while you were engrossed in the big book "Scarlett." We still haven't got to know each other. Alas we never will. It would be really a miracle if we did. I watched you reading. Your eyes looked over the book; a faint smile appeared on your face.
You could not concentrate on your book any more. You laid it down on your lap. I couldn't take my eyes off your beautiful face. Your big beautiful hazel eyes told me that you liked the idea of me watching you. So I didn't take them off you.
You wore a light flowered dress with lots of frills and it was spread over a pair of legs which I could only imagine were of a fantastic shape. Yes, this is true also of your entire figure.
There must have been a silent force sending messages across to each other. I feel sooooo certain that you were aroused as much as I was. Your hands went down to your secret spot and kept kneading that centre of passion and yearning. Your dress now being pressed down by your hands, I could see the form of your shapely legs. We were alone on part of the journey. A few stations further and passengers filled the empty seats. You looked out of the carriage dreamily. It seemed as though you, like me, were asking why they had to be there, why they had to disturb our silent, unspoken conversation.
I was now confronted with futile truth as the train sped on. Two stations further and I would have to leave the train. The short escapade was over. The train was slowing down now. I wanted to keep seated. to carry on to an unknown destination. with an unknown woman. The train came to a final stop as the brakes screeched. The ugly noise put an end to our secret. I stood up and in passing gave you a soft punch on your left shoulder. "Bye." I said before I left the train. A smile appeared on your face. A smile mixed with sadness and a certain joy. Memories of that journey and of your beauty still linger in my mind. These were one of the most beautious fifteen minutes of my life. Your features reminded me of my wife whom I had lost to a dreadful disease two years earlier. Bye, Scarlett. And take care.
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Re: Subway
I looked through this thread over and over and never once found a Scarlett... The thread starter, however, is named Violette...
And, on a side note, you may want to think of actually writing up the story and submitting it to Lit...
albusby said:
I looked through this thread over and over and never once found a Scarlett...
The thread starter, however, is named Violette...And, on a side note, you may want to think of actually writing up the story and submitting it to Lit...
Re: Re: Subway
I think he was addressing the woman in the story.
Is there much more that could be added to this?
Tiggs said:
I looked through this thread over and over and never once found a Scarlett...
I think he was addressing the woman in the story.
Tiggs said:
Is there much more that could be added to this?
