What Happened on the Train When the Power Went Out
I sat between an older man and a guy who was to die for. Then the train braked hard, the lights went out, and a hand found mine.
I sat between an older man and a guy who was to die for. Then the train braked hard, the lights went out, and a hand found mine.
When the train left without me, I thought the night was lost. Then I saw him at the other end of the platform, motionless, looking at me as if he’d always been waiting.
She ordered me to wait for her in the compartment, naked, with the ruler on my lap. I knew she would come; what I didn’t know was how long she’d make me suffer.
I know I should feel ashamed, but at that hour, pressed against bodies I don’t know, I stop pretending the touch is an accident.
I had spent thirty years closing projects for the company. On my farewell trip, I never imagined the woman traveling beside me would be the one to say goodbye to me in a different way.
She slipped into bed naked except for her thong and whispered in my ear: don’t turn around, don’t say anything, just listen. Then she started telling me about that night.
When I felt his erection pressed hard against my ass, I knew I wasn’t going to move. And I knew that at the next stop, we were both getting off.
I went down determined to confront him about his affair. I ended up on his lap, with my robe lifted and my body burning for something I should never have felt.
I got on the most crowded car to escape hands I didn’t want, never imagining I’d end up wanting other hands in full view of the platform.
She chose the shortest skirt and left without underwear. At that hour the stranger on the platform was always there, and this time she wasn’t going to move away.
I’ve got the face of a slut and everyone can tell. In the last carriage, pressed against bodies I don’t know, I let my hands do what my mind has already decided.
I left work without underwear and with my blouse half-open. I only wanted to feel the air between my legs. I had no idea who I’d find in the train car.
I boarded the train resigned to spending my birthday alone. When she sat across from me and lit a cigarette, I had no idea what would happen next.
I have my cheek pressed against the cold tile and I can’t remember his face, only the rhythm of him coming in and out of me while his hands hold my waist.
I’d spent half my life with the same woman when that stranger in leopard print sat beside me and looked at me the way no one had in years.
I offered her my seat when she got on, and a few stops later her hand was already reaching for my fly while the nurse across from us watched without hiding it.