Inside again
Torn up. Twisted all around, my head is reeling and my heart is leaping from its cage. We hadn’t seen each other in months at that point. I was 20 and she was 23. We were in a relationship for three years and had suddenly broken it off. After one heated text exchange I was on the train into the city. It was a cold, grey, and still morning. I’m running through my head every small stroke of my fingers. How I’ll slowly wrap my hand around the base of her neck and pull her head down and face her lips up to mine. The taste of her kiss echoing through my memory gives me a jolt. Snapping back to the reality around me I feel myself growing. My pants constricting around my girth. My black boxer briefs are constricting the base of my shaft at first but I lean back and feel my cock grow fully to its eight inches and ready.
Pulsing.
Swaying.
Quivering at the thought of her slowly putting one knee down at a time as she bends before me and pulls the hair out of her eyes. She glances back up at me and begins to kiss my dick through my pants. Slower still she is sliding her hand to her glistening freshly shaved cunt. She makes sure I’m watching her as she unzips me with one hand and begins to circle her clot with the other. Never breaking eye contact with me. I know she never felt better than to see my eyes full of pleasure. She yearned for it and began to speak to me. “Do you want me again baby?” I shutter “ Do you want me to take you in my mouth?” “…yes” I barely release the word and she is swallowing me. Her warm lips begin to moisten my shaft and she slides further and further. She grabs my hand puts it to the back of her head and uses it to force her further still. She still won’t break eye contact, as she is beginning to touch her lips all the way to my body. She has my cock all the way down her throat as her tongue begins to roll and dance it’s way around the head of my cock. I can feel every nerve in my body full of fire. “LAST STOP CHICAGO AMTRAK” over the loudspeaker slaps me back to the train. I try to get myself together, and an older woman who was sitting next to me on the train turns to me as we exit and says “ Is that the girl you were thinking about?” Gesturing to her waiting for me on the platform. I say “yes” and smile like the devil who knows something you don’t.
This is my first post, lmk what you think.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m4jj2q/mf_on_the_train