Speaker 1: Lust at the last stop. An erotic subway encounter written
Speaker 1: and narrated by Vivia Volupta. You know that feeling, right,
Speaker 1: that electric spark when you lock eyes with a stranger
Speaker 1: and everything else just fades away. Yeah, I've been there,
Speaker 1: missed my shot more times than I care to admit.
Speaker 1: But this time I stumbled upon a chance I just
Speaker 1: couldn't let slip through my fingers. I've kicked myself over
Speaker 1: lost opportunities, haunted by the what ifs and the could
Speaker 1: have beans. Not this time. What I did was reckless,
Speaker 1: thrilling and completely against the rules. But who cares about
Speaker 1: rules when every fiber of your being screams that this
Speaker 1: is it? So here I am telling you this story
Speaker 1: because sometimes you've got to take the leap. You've got
Speaker 1: to chase that spark, even if it leads you down
Speaker 1: an alley in the middle of the night, because who knows,
Speaker 1: it might just be the adventure you've been waiting for,
Speaker 1: And trust me, you don't want to miss it, not
Speaker 1: this time. Night after night I ride the train, watching waiting.
Speaker 1: I tell myself I'm just commuting, just passing time. But
Speaker 1: the truth I'm searching, not for something specific, not for
Speaker 1: someone in particular, just for it, that electric, undeniable pull,
Speaker 1: that moment where the world shifts just for a second,
Speaker 1: and everything inside me says go. But I don't. Not yet. Monday.
Speaker 1: A man in a tailored suit stands across from me,
Speaker 1: his tie loosened, exhaustion weighing down his sharp features. He
Speaker 1: catches my eye, just for a second. A flicker of interest.
Speaker 1: May be curiosity. I could smile, I could shift closer,
Speaker 1: I could say something, anything. I don't miss. Wednesday. A musician,
Speaker 1: guitar case propped between his legs, his fingers tapping a
Speaker 1: silent rhythm on his knee. His hair is unruly, his
Speaker 1: eyes full of quiet stories. I wonder if he'd play
Speaker 1: for me if I asked. But the train stops. He stands,
Speaker 1: and just like that. Friday, the scent of leather and spice.
Speaker 1: A man with his sleeves rolled up, four arms flexing
Speaker 1: as he scrolls through his phone, strong hands, a confident posture.
Speaker 1: My pulse kicks up. He glances up, as if sensing it.
Speaker 1: I hold my breath. Then he's gone. I keep telling
Speaker 1: myself it's fine. There's always tomorrow, an ride, another man,
Speaker 1: another chance. But how many times, can you let the
Speaker 1: moment slip before you start to wonder if you're just
Speaker 1: watching life happen instead of living it. Tonight, the air
Speaker 1: feels different. The train hums beneath me, the usual shuffle
Speaker 1: of bodies pressing together in the dim light. But tonight,
Speaker 1: my skin tingles, my heart beat trips. And then I
Speaker 1: see him, polished suit, long coat, a presence that takes
Speaker 1: up space without trying. He's holding onto the pole, just
Speaker 1: like me, But this time he's looking. Not a glance,
Speaker 1: not a flicker of curiosity, a look intentional, focused. My
Speaker 1: breath catches, my stomach tightens. This is it, this is
Speaker 1: my moment, and this time I'm not letting it slip away.
Speaker 1: The train was crowded at nine pm on a Monday night.
Speaker 1: I squeezed my way through the throng until I found
Speaker 1: a pole that wasn't occupied. A handsome man in a
Speaker 1: polished business suit and long coat was standing next to it.
Speaker 1: I held on to the pole as the train jerked
Speaker 1: and started moving. I noticed him staring at me. I
Speaker 1: was excited. I smiled. He was around my age and
Speaker 1: very attractive. He held the pole like I did, swaying
Speaker 1: with the movement of the train. I saw it of
Speaker 1: the corner of my eye that the train was filling
Speaker 1: up even more. As we passed the first stop in
Speaker 1: the downtown area, I was pressed against him. Now I
Speaker 1: looked up at him. He smiled. I felt his hand
Speaker 1: touch my hip. It lingered there for a few seconds.
Speaker 1: But it had all happened so fast? Had it happened
Speaker 1: or had I imagined it? We were about to reach
Speaker 1: the final stop. Was this to end already? Would I
Speaker 1: ever see this man again? As the train slowed down,
Speaker 1: we were standing close, closer than before. The lights outside
Speaker 1: blurred as we moved together through the night. Suddenly the
Speaker 1: train jerked. It was more abrupt than any stop before.
Speaker 1: Instinctively I reached out to keep my balance, so did he.
Speaker 1: Our hands touched, and then, without planning, he was holding me,
Speaker 1: one arm around me, steady and strong. I found myself
Speaker 1: leaning into him, my hand against his chest, and then
Speaker 1: I felt it his erection as I pressed into him.
Speaker 1: At that moment, the rest of the world fell away.
Speaker 1: It was just us together in a shaky train car,
Speaker 1: finding something unexpected in the jolt of a stop. When
Speaker 1: the train finally stopped and the doors opened, we let go,
Speaker 1: but something had changed. We stepped off the train, intoxicated
Speaker 1: with lust. I saw him glance at me and then
Speaker 1: head in the opposite direction. I turned and walked with
Speaker 1: him until he turned onto a side street, and then
Speaker 1: I followed. He glanced back once I smiled, He smiled back,
Speaker 1: and then he disappeared around the corner. I knew this neighborhood,
Speaker 1: I knew where he was going. I ran to catch up,
Speaker 1: and then just before I reached the corner, I slowed.
Speaker 1: I followed him down a dark alleyway, watching as he
Speaker 1: unlocked a door. He turned around and saw me watching him.
Speaker 1: He grinned and raised an eyebrow. Then he opened the
Speaker 1: door and went inside. I stood outside for a few minutes, frozen,
Speaker 1: wondering what I should do. I didn't know this man.
Speaker 1: Why would I follow him into a strange place, And
Speaker 1: yet I was filled with desire. My heart raced at
Speaker 1: the thought of being with him. Suddenly, he came back
Speaker 1: out and did the unexpected. He seductively opened his coat,
Speaker 1: giving me a glimpse of his now naked body, and
Speaker 1: saluting erection. It dawned on me that he went inside
Speaker 1: undressed and came out just to flash me. Then, after
Speaker 1: giving me a glimpse, he closed the coat and walked
Speaker 1: back inside, but left the door wide open, summoning me
Speaker 1: to follow him. I looked around to see if anyone
Speaker 1: was watching. It was dark and there were no street
Speaker 1: lights nearby. The only light came from a few windows
Speaker 1: in the large building. I walked quickly to enter the door.
Speaker 1: I closed it behind me, and I was in semi darkness.
Speaker 1: I quickly followed the only light from a room down
Speaker 1: the hall his room. I entered the room. He was
Speaker 1: standing near his bed. He had hung the coat up
Speaker 1: on a vintage coat rack and was wearing nothing. He
Speaker 1: was magnificent. His muscles were well defined, his skin was smooth,
Speaker 1: his cock was perfect. He smiled. I stared. Why did
Speaker 1: you follow me? He asked, with a curious look, probing
Speaker 1: into my eyes. I shrugged. I felt something. Are you
Speaker 1: a stalker? He asked sarcastically with a smirk. Finally rising,
Speaker 1: I laughed, I guess I am, but it doesn't look
Speaker 1: like you mind. He took a step toward me. Well,
Speaker 1: if you're a stalker, then I guess I'm a flasher.
Speaker 1: Do you flash strangers often? I asked, playing along he laughed.
Speaker 1: You're the only one who's ever followed me from the
Speaker 1: subway to my house late at night in the dark,
Speaker 1: So you're my first. And do you stalk strangers often?
Speaker 1: I didn't realize I would turn into a stalker. So
Speaker 1: I'm your first, too, he said, opening his eyes wide
Speaker 1: with a growing grin. Yes, you are well. If you
Speaker 1: want to be my stalker, I want to be your flasher,
Speaker 1: he said playfully. He was so close I could feel
Speaker 1: his breath on my face. The excitement of the moment
Speaker 1: and the rare connection were exhilarating, almost an achievement. I
Speaker 1: broke all the rules, but somehow kept it decent. It
Speaker 1: felt so satisfying on so many levels. We were on
Speaker 1: the edge of naughty and outright raunchy. I suddenly found
Speaker 1: my hands running over his hard cock and chest. My
Speaker 1: mouth was kissing his lips, and he was returned the kisses.
Speaker 1: My hands found their way around him to grasp his
Speaker 1: perfect ass, pulling him close to me. Our hips rocked together,
Speaker 1: rubbing our privates together through my clothes, the lust taking control.
Speaker 1: You are so irresistible, I said, my voice nervous with passion.
Speaker 1: So are you, he said, moving a little away from
Speaker 1: me to pull open my jacket and undo my blouse.
Speaker 1: His hands caressed my breasts through my braw. I felt
Speaker 1: the rush of heat, building the sensations, making my breath
Speaker 1: come faster as he explored my body. His touch was electrifying,
Speaker 1: making me want him all the more. He continued undressing
Speaker 1: me until I was standing before him completely naked. Wow,
Speaker 1: he said, running his hands down my back to cup
Speaker 1: my buttocks. He pulled me closer to him. His lips
Speaker 1: brushed mine. He kissed my cheek, my ear lobe. His
Speaker 1: breath tickled my neck, sending a shiver through my body.
Speaker 1: His mouth moved to my nipples. I felt his lips
Speaker 1: against the sensitive flesh of my breasts. I gasped as
Speaker 1: he bit lightly, then harder. He sucked one nipple into
Speaker 1: his mouth, rolling the tip of his tongue over it.
Speaker 1: I melted in his hands. I lost track of time
Speaker 1: as we touched and caressed each other, exploring each other's bodies.
Speaker 1: He pushed me back on his bed and climbed over me,
Speaker 1: burying his head between my legs, mine now buried between his.
Speaker 1: We were locked together, tasting, touching, and feeling each other
Speaker 1: in ways that had been missing from our lives. I
Speaker 1: couldn't get enough of his cock, sucking on it like
Speaker 1: my life depended on it. The sounds he made drove
Speaker 1: me insane as I worked my tongue and mouth around
Speaker 1: him and his tongue inside me. I knew he was
Speaker 1: getting close as he became more forceful in his tongue
Speaker 1: thrusts into me, and I let up a tender nibble
Speaker 1: on his cock. His hips moved and his cock pulsed.
Speaker 1: Then he came into my mouth. It was the sweetest nectar,
Speaker 1: and I sucked him hard. He finally finished coming and
Speaker 1: pulled my mouth off of his cock. His tongue left
Speaker 1: my pussy. Let's leave the sex for another time, he said,
Speaker 1: What do you mean, I asked, I'm not going to
Speaker 1: make love to you tonight, my stalker, not because I
Speaker 1: don't want to believe me, I do, but we will
Speaker 1: have to wait for now. I actually have some business
Speaker 1: to attend to, and I would like very much for
Speaker 1: us to continue this next time, okay, I said, feeling disappointed.
Speaker 1: I knew that if I left him tonight, I couldn't
Speaker 1: be certain if I would ever see him again. You
Speaker 1: came at a bad time. But I couldn't resist. I'm
Speaker 1: glad you did, but it's just not good timing. I
Speaker 1: don't have a lot of time right now. I need
Speaker 1: to prepare for my meeting. So for now, we just
Speaker 1: had a bit of fun and you need to leave.
Speaker 1: But next time I will spend all of my time
Speaker 1: with you. I promise you that. I put my clothes on.
Speaker 1: Still a little dazed. Okay, here's my number, okay, he said.
Speaker 1: Then he texted me his well thanks, I said, I
Speaker 1: will be in touch. I hope. I mean you'll call
Speaker 1: or text or whatever. Right, I don't want to stalk you,
Speaker 1: you know, he laughed. Sure, I will, I promise. On
Speaker 1: my way home, I reflected on the strange turn my
Speaker 1: life had taken. Now. I had just met a strange
Speaker 1: man and was on my way to becoming his lover,
Speaker 1: and the sex hadn't even started. The next night, no text,
Speaker 1: no call, the same silence the night after that. Then,
Speaker 1: as if by some twist of fate, three nights later,
Speaker 1: we found ourselves together again in the same train car.
Speaker 1: He offered me a smile, but it lacked the warmth
Speaker 1: I was hoping for. Closing the distance between us. We
Speaker 1: started to talk sorry. I was away on business, he said, ooh,
Speaker 1: you travel, I asked, intrigued. Yes, but not in the
Speaker 1: way you might think I was detained. But it was
Speaker 1: all in the line of work. He seemed to enjoy
Speaker 1: my bewildered look. His smile had layers hinting at complexities beneath.
Speaker 1: When he said he was detained for work, it piqued
Speaker 1: my curiosity. The term detained wasn't typically associated with routine
Speaker 1: business affairs. Detained, that sounds rather intense. What do you
Speaker 1: do if you don't mind me asking? He seemed amused
Speaker 1: by my reaction, a glint of intrigue in his eyes.
Speaker 1: I'm actually an attorney, he explained, but not in the
Speaker 1: way you might think. I specialize in international art law.
Speaker 1: On this last trip, I was in a remote village
Speaker 1: negotiating the return of stolen sculptures. It's delicate work, part legal,
Speaker 1: part detective. Being detained is sometimes part of the negotiation process.
Speaker 1: I was taken aback by his response. An attorney, Yes,
Speaker 1: had the stature, but not the sort I had pictured.
Speaker 1: His work was a blend of adventure and mystery. Now
Speaker 1: I was starting to realize why I was chasing him.
Speaker 1: He was an exciting man, and I was into him.
Speaker 1: I leaned in slightly, letting my smirk deepen. Well, that
Speaker 1: explains the air of mystery. I guess I should return
Speaker 1: the favor. I'm a private investigator. His brow arched, interest
Speaker 1: flickering across his features a pi. He leaned back slightly,
Speaker 1: studying me with new interest, before a slow smirk spread
Speaker 1: across his lips. I'm surprised, but it makes sense stalk much.
Speaker 1: I let out a short laugh, and he chuckled too,
Speaker 1: the sound rich and effortless. Only the interesting ones, I teased,
Speaker 1: tilting my head. His laughter lingered as he shook his head.
Speaker 1: And here I thought I was the first one you stalked.
Speaker 1: I gave him a playful shrug. You are, but you're
Speaker 1: also the first one to flash me. His lips parted,
Speaker 1: amusement flickering in his eyes to shay, I feel like
Speaker 1: this sets a dangerous precedent, I mused, I stalk you
Speaker 1: flash what's next? He let out a low chuckle. Ah,
Speaker 1: I suppose we find out The train slowed as we
Speaker 1: neared the next station. He shifted, turning to face me fully,
Speaker 1: and for a moment, the noise of the subway seemed
Speaker 1: to fade. Tell me something, he said, his voice dropping
Speaker 1: just enough to make it feel intimate. If I hadn't
Speaker 1: turned around that night, if I hadn't left the door open,
Speaker 1: would you still have followed me? I met his gaze,
Speaker 1: holding it. Yes, but only on the subway. His smirk
Speaker 1: softened into something else, something unreadable. The train jerk to
Speaker 1: a stop, and he reached for the pole again, steadying himself. Mmm,
Speaker 1: I thought so, he murmured. We stayed close, hand in
Speaker 1: hand until the train reached the last stop. As the
Speaker 1: car emptied, we lingered, savoring the quiet. Moment the doors opened,
Speaker 1: he hesitated, then glanced at me. This is my stop.
Speaker 1: A split second of hesitation passed between us, charged with
Speaker 1: unspoken words. Ah, is this a bad time again? No,
Speaker 1: but we do need to make up for the time
Speaker 1: we lost, he said, squeezing my hand gently. Let's make
Speaker 1: the most of what we have now. Together. We left
Speaker 1: the station, walking arm in arm down the familiar streets
Speaker 1: to his place. We arrived at his door and went
Speaker 1: in a second. We stepped inside, the air between us, ignited.
Speaker 1: His hands found my waste, his mouth covered mine, and
Speaker 1: we stumbled backward, lost in the hunger of the moment.
Speaker 1: I kissed him hard as he closed and locked the
Speaker 1: door behind us. We walked backward towards his bedroom. We
Speaker 1: tore our clothes off. He stepped back just enough to
Speaker 1: look at me. His eyes were dark with want, his
Speaker 1: body already hard, already ready. My breath hitched as he
Speaker 1: slid his hands down my sides, teasing, coaxing. He pulled
Speaker 1: my thong down to my knees and bent me over.
Speaker 1: I felt his tongue between my ass cheeks as he
Speaker 1: pushed a finger in and out of my wet pussy.
Speaker 1: Then he was licking me and fingering me there. It
Speaker 1: felt so good. I wanted to give him the same
Speaker 1: pleasure he was giving me. I reached back to grasp
Speaker 1: his cock in my hand and pumped him as his
Speaker 1: mouth devoured me from behind. He stood up, turned me around,
Speaker 1: and pushed me to my knees. I eagerly sucked his
Speaker 1: cock and swallowed it deep in my throat. It was
Speaker 1: my turn to finger his asshole as I sucked. He
Speaker 1: was breathing hard, and I could tell that he was
Speaker 1: getting close. I loved to feel him coming in my mouth.
Speaker 1: I kept sucking. I wanted him to come over and
Speaker 1: over again, but this time I felt his hands on
Speaker 1: my arms. He pulled me up to a standing position.
Speaker 1: I looked at him in confusion. He turned me around,
Speaker 1: bending me over once more, and this time I felt
Speaker 1: his cock at my pussy. It was hot and throbbing
Speaker 1: and ready. I felt his fingers slip inside me, and
Speaker 1: then the head of his cock. It was huge. I
Speaker 1: was already close to orgasm just from sucking him. I
Speaker 1: felt him enter me slowly. He took his time, letting
Speaker 1: me get used to him, and he was completely inside
Speaker 1: of me. Then he moved back a little, and then
Speaker 1: with a gentle thrust, he pushed in deeper. He kept
Speaker 1: up the rhythm deeper, a little slower and deeper, and
Speaker 1: a little slower and deeper. His hands caressed my back,
Speaker 1: and then he spanked me. He reached around my body
Speaker 1: and massaged my clit as he thrust into me. I
Speaker 1: was in ecstasy. I could feel my orgasm building. The
Speaker 1: intensity of the pleasure increased every time he spanked me.
Speaker 1: Then he spanked me harder. I let out a yelp
Speaker 1: of surprise and pain, and then I came. The orgasm
Speaker 1: ripped through my body, sending shivers through me. The sensations
Speaker 1: overwhelmed me. He held my body against him as he
Speaker 1: continued to thrust inside me. He reached around me and
Speaker 1: rubbed my clit again. As he continued to fuck me
Speaker 1: from behind. He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of hair,
Speaker 1: pulling it as he spanked me. The pleasure was too much,
Speaker 1: and I came again. My orgasm seemed to last forever,
Speaker 1: and when he finally came, I could feel the pulsing
Speaker 1: of his cock in my pussy. It was the most
Speaker 1: amazing sex I'd ever had. We collapsed onto the bed,
Speaker 1: sweating and exhausted. He lay on top of me, his
Speaker 1: face pressed against mine. I could feel the sweat of
Speaker 1: his chest against mine. You were amazing, he said, staring
Speaker 1: into my eyes and gently drawing his finger around my nipple.
Speaker 1: So were you, I said, breathless and awe struck. I've
Speaker 1: never met anyone like you. Neither have I, he said,
Speaker 1: his voice sexy and sweet. It was incredible. I fell
Speaker 1: asleep in his arms. I was in pure erotic bliss.
Speaker 1: When I awoke, I was alone. There was a note
Speaker 1: on the pillow next to me. It read sorry work emergency,
Speaker 1: But I hope we'll meet again soon. Thank you for
Speaker 1: an incredible night. I left feeling awkward because first was
Speaker 1: I supposed to leave the door unlocked? And maybe this
Speaker 1: was going to be a once in a blue moon
Speaker 1: mysterious fling. My obsessive tendency started taking over. A day
Speaker 1: or so later, I got a text. My phone buzzed
Speaker 1: a new message. I opened it and immediately bit my
Speaker 1: lip to keep from laughing. He had texted me a
Speaker 1: picture the familiar coat slightly opened, just enough to reveal
Speaker 1: the hard proof of his desire beneath miss me. The
Speaker 1: caption read, I exhaled, shaking my head. God help me.
Speaker 1: I was hooked. He invited me back for another night.
Speaker 1: I wanted him more than anything, but I still felt
Speaker 1: nervous about everything. I was starting to fall deep for
Speaker 1: this mystery man. We continued with more hot, sexy, sensual
Speaker 1: times together. I decided to follow his lead and make
Speaker 1: the most of what we had. I told myself, I
Speaker 1: was just enjoying the moment that I wasn't falling. But
Speaker 1: every time he disappeared, every time I waited for his
Speaker 1: next move, I knew I was sinking deeper, and he
Speaker 1: knew it too. The train hums beneath me. The rhythm
Speaker 1: is familiar, the same late night ride, the same flickering lights,
Speaker 1: the same quiet tension in the air. But everything feels
Speaker 1: different now because now I know what's possible. Now I
Speaker 1: know what happens when I take the leap. I scan
Speaker 1: the train out of habit I see the men I
Speaker 1: used to watch, the tired businessmen, the musicians, the confident
Speaker 1: ones with strong hands and lazy smirks. Once I might
Speaker 1: have imagined what it would be like to follow one
Speaker 1: of them, But now I only want him. I bite
Speaker 1: my lip, glancing at my phone, still no message. It's
Speaker 1: been two days, two days since he left me, aching wading,
Speaker 1: wondering if I'd ever see him again, And now, just
Speaker 1: like before, I feel that slow build of frustration, the
Speaker 1: familiar pull of obsession creeping in. I grip the pole,
Speaker 1: tapping my fingers against the cool metal, and then buzz
Speaker 1: in my pocket. I pull out my phone, A message,
Speaker 1: a picture, the coat open just enough. My breath catches,
Speaker 1: then a text beneath it trains almost at your stop.
Speaker 1: I hope you're watching. Ha. My pulse skitters. I scan
Speaker 1: the car, heart pounding, and then there standing at the
Speaker 1: far end, watching me. His smirk is slow, knowing a
Speaker 1: flicker of challenge in his dark eyes. I inhale sharply.
Speaker 1: The doors slide open. This is it, another moment, another choice.
Speaker 1: He steps onto the platform, his stride effortless, his presence magnetic. Then,
Speaker 1: just before disappearing into the crowd, he turns just enough
Speaker 1: to let me see it that grin, the silent invitation.
Speaker 1: I don't hesitate. I follow the end.