A chance meeting on a train platform escalates from erotic fantasy to sexy reality when a horny gal leads a hunky guy into a public park where she makes her hottest fantasy come true, again, and again, with heart-pounding, body-pounding, butt-slapping results.
The train rumbles down the track. He puts his lips against my hair. His hand is still around my waist. He’s ready for me to push his hand away. I don’t. Instead I put my hand over his and hold on, then I reach back with my other hand and grab his leg.
Slowly, so slowly, he rubs his hand up my belly. My heart is pounding so hard I’m afraid I’m going to have a heart attack. A moan escapes my lips when his big hand cups my breast, his fingers bouncing over my sensitive nipple rubbing through my bra. Thank God that the train is loud and no one hears me.
I pull his hand up and over, so it slips inside my shirt. One of my buttons pops and falls to the floor. I don’t care. I push his hand under my bra. He cups my breasts and squeezes my sensitive nipple between two fingers. I rub against him, and I try to pull him close. When it’s not close enough, I reach behind me and find that bulge.
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About the Author
A word from the author: Hello dear readers, I’m Misty MacAllister and I’m an erotic writer (this feels very much like an AA meeting). I wanted to take the opportunity to say a little something about myself, the obligatory bio, but that turned out to be harder to do than I thought, so instead I’m going to answer a few of the most common questions I’m asked. Usually I get these questions on my Tumblr, where you can go and follow me - please, follow me, mistymacallister.tumblr.com - or you can go to my MistyMacBlog. The number one question is: Do you write from experience? The answer is no. If I did everything in my stories, when would I have the time to write? And if somehow I had time, I’d be too sore for anything other than a long bubble bath and a glass of wine. The only books I can think of that bear any resemblance to reality are “Pollinate My Flower”, because I had an experience with a bumble bee hive when I was little, but those stings weren’t nearly as erotic as the stings in the said story, and “An Intimate Encounter of the Fifth Kind”, because I sometimes think that my husband is an alien, just without all the extra tentacles. Oh, and “The Bride of Bigfoot”. I don’t know about you but my hiking experiences have been pretty close to those described in “The Bride of Bigfoot” except for the Bigfoot part, naturally. The number two question is: Why do you write erotica? Why not is the easy answer, but the more Freudian answer would be that writing erotica is a manifestation of one of my quirks. I like to peek into houses and hotel windows. I’m not a peeping Tammy, mind you; I always stay on the sidewalk. What I’m really hoping to see is someone, or preferably two someones, doing something naughty (hotel windows seem to me the most likely to produce results). So I guess that’s why I write erotica, because not enough people are doing naughty things in their windows and I have to use my imagination. So it’s on you, people. Start getting frisky in windows if you want me to stop writing. The other questions I get are as follows, in no particular: Do you work out? Are you married? Do you want to meet? Are you afraid of the dark? Can you undo knots? Have you ever been tied up? Do you want to be tied up? Etc. If you want to know the answers, you’ll have to go to MistyMacBlog. Sincerely, Misty Mac