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Click hereFor both of us our orgasms were quick, violent, sordid and delicious. I almost passed out, and came to straddling Annabelle's shaking body. Her eyes told me she still wasn't finished.
"Fuck Banastres," I said. "SPNO needs graduates like you. We'll match whatever they offer. I'll personally ensure you get the best training in the City."
Annabelle smiled, and reached to stroke my nasty soaking panties. "I'm sure you will," she murmured, and I almost jumped as a finger slipped under my wet knickers and poked inside my butt. "And if you're a very good boss I might even train you, too."
A couple of weeks later, one of the Sunday papers had a travel piece bemoaning the state of British trains. Even on the great GNER, the writer complained, the First Class toilets were in a terrible state.
It was Annabelle who pointed it out to me, lying on the bed in my apartment, a nice fat dildo sticking out of her asshole, but I wasn't interested for long because pretty quickly we were...well, maybe some things really are best left to the reader's imagination...
"Ok you've had railways and now cathedrals. This is a sex story. I'll get on with it."
As a Brit who has lived in the US for many years I also enjoy the transatlantic perspective. And the sex is great nasty fun too.
Though the ultimate erotic payoff is delicious and I'm thrilled to see you've not lost your delight in the female bottom, this one's seductive because of the slow, alluring build up. Funny and well observed, it gives us a good sense of the narrator's personality before the lovely Annabelle even appears. And when she does... What does it say about a writer of erotica when even the front teeth of one of the characters become arousing? Then, in the toilet cubicle, all inhibitions are so delightfully cast aside. A winner, on every level.
Where would this story had led to if there were more chapters :) ?
Great arousing writing.
Course it helps that I've travelled on the train dozens of times. Never managed to have sex on a day train between Scotland and London though, just on sleepers.
What a perfection of a story! Thank you, off to read some more now... and I might look for Robert Nye too.