Lovers on a Train.

So, we don't usually do this. However, when one of our loyal readers and Twitter pals, Liza Bennet (@mrdarcysliza) mentioned a tale about she and her husband fucking on a train, one room away from her boss, we needed to hear more.

Because Liza doesn't have her own blog, something that will hopefully change after this post goes up, she wrote the tale out and emailed us. Needless to say, the tale was hot enough to warrant some sharing. So here you have it, our first "guest post":
"Lovers on a Train."
All week long I'd fallen asleep early, fighting a bad bout of insomnia. That meant we'd had no cock-in-pussy pounding sex for at least five days. That's a dry spell around here. 
"I've missed you all week. Be ready for me tomorrow night," he said. Tomorrow night we were taking a 14 hour overnight train. It would be our first train trip together. Ever since we saw Risky Business as teenage virgins we'd both, separately, fostered the fantasy of sex on a train. Finally, almost 20 years later we were making it happen. 
We had our own tiny little cabin, with a berth jutting out from each wall. We were shacked up next door to my boss. We spent an hour or so getting settled, and then Mr. D went to play cards with friends. And I read. And dozed. And read. And dozed. Finally it was 1:30 a.m. and I needed fucking. 
A few minutes later Mr. D came back, having lost the card game. He needed consolation. I just needed anything. In a flash his hot mouth was on mine as his hands undid my jeans. One hand slid down into my panties as the other slid under my shirt to pinch my nipples hard. I couldn't scream, so I sucked his mouth to mine as I returned the favor, opening his pants and taking out his cock. Soon he had three fingers inside me. 
After making out like high schoolers we stripped each other. There was a full length mirror on the door, perfectly positioned for, well, everything. I pushed him down and slithered into the narrow gap between the berths, between his knees. His cock was harder than I'd seen it in ages as I slid my wet lips over it. I caught a glance of myself in the mirror and couldn't tear my eyes away. Between my insistent sucking and the rocking of the train he got one hell of a blow job. 
I repositioned myself and sat on the edge of the other berth, at which point I discovered exactly how wet my pussy had gotten. The tiny cabin was thickly scented with our mutual arousal. I kept him in my mouth a little while longer until I couldn't hold off. Did I mention how much I needed this?
Leaving a creamy, sticky wet spot on his sheets, I moved to straddle him and took his cock deep. 
Again, the rocking of the train mixed with our thrusts created an unexpected rhythm. It was a transcendental moment of fuck. I came almost immediately as I watched my breasts bounce in the mirror. My guy is a slow comer, so we fucked for a good half an hour, trying all sorts of positions to make the most of the mirror. More orgasms followed, hard wet ones, helped by his torturous pinching of my nipples. 
Finally he was ready to come, and did so by shoving his cock deep into my mouth, grabbing my hair in his fists. I continued to suck him after he came. He gets so sensitive, like he can't stand it but wants nothing more than for me to continue. His whole body shook as he tried to contain his reaction. His cock had never been so clean. Boss was right on the other side of the wall. 
Oh, and did I mention that I'm, um, loud when we fuck? I managed to stay quiet for the entire encounter, silencing any escaped moans in a pillow or with his hand over my mouth. Not sure if the boss heard us. And then we repeated it two days later on the way home. And I've been getting off on it for weeks now.


  1. Dang, girl!! That is SO HOT. M was just the other day looking at train tickets as a future travel idea. Putting it to the top of the list, right this very moment.
    Oh, and yeah - GET YOUR OWN BLOG, lady! Or at the very least, come guest post on mine next time...

  2. Ack, still won't let me post without starting a blog on Blogger. I get. The hint.

    Anisa, I'm also a dedicated reader of yours, but due to some other internet issues I can't comment on your blog easily. But trust me, I'm there.

    Also, hie yourself to a train now woman! There's nothing quite like it.

    And to my lovely hosts, thank you for posting. I showed it to D, who didn't realize at first that it was my (our) story. He just thought it was hot. Boys.

  3. Anisa - RIGHT? So hot.

    Liza - Quite welcome. Glad we could help inspire you to start a blog of your own!


  4. Wow! Must go on a train journey very soon!!!
    So glad you have started to blog Liza!

  5. So glad we could be the influencers here! Welcome to the blog world, Liza! And yes, a train trip is now up on our wishlist.


  6. Thanks V+R! Y'all truly inspire.