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Non-Fiction: Train
Date: 1/28/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: Possibly, Rating: 73, Source: LushStories
“Do you want me to continue? Because that liquid rolling down your gam is saying yes,” his spearmint-scented breath seemed to belong to me. “I’ll try to work my way to a door,” the sitting subway sufferer added. “My perspiration is saying yes?” “No, I’ll try the door. I’m right here. Stay where you are, so you don’t have to trip over folks,” stated a standing subway sufferer. “Your honey is saying yes,” he answered as two fingers opened my wings in search of my clit. “This is foolish. You’re crazy.” The murmur on the train was growing and so was his third leg. He let go of me, unzipped his pants, and wrestled his growth from beneath his pant opening. Nameless introduced my hand to his motivator. “Does this feel crazy?” As senseless as it was, my hand was game. My box was willing. But my mind wasn’t convinced. Still, I grasped him to trace the length and girth; I had to assess the risk and familiarize myself with his brand of crazy . I needed to know if his crazy was generic or premium lunacy. His smoothness and curve would hit my insides just right. His thickness and span seemed more than sufficient. His was a premium lunacy. Still, my mind wasn’t convinced. “I can’t.” “You can. Say yes,” he insisted while diddling my diamond. “Oh my god! When are they gonna get this death trap moving,” shouted another random aggravated rider. Spooked, I inquired, “What happens if the train starts moving and the lights come back on?” “Are you scared?” “No,” I told yet another lie. “Well ...