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Alarm rings! Another day today!
Super fun socky happy day!
Crash! Drink my coffee, Collar too tight
Damn you, Red Tie!!!
You have not achieved true looseness!
(yank you from neck: great force)
Unnnnggg!!!
Loose is good!
The television monitor asks if I have bad breath,
The train tilts! Whoosh!
Do I have bad breath?
Momentum rocks us.
Strangers roll on each other
Dum dum dum dum… zoom!
Downtown! A-ha!
Walk-faster, super-socky!
Yes, sir!!!
More coffee! More coffee for me!
Two kinds of music play.
Television asks me:
Are my whites white?
"Are your whites white?"
"ARE MY WHITES WHITE?!?"
Agggghhhh!!! Super socky SMASH! !!
Sweat drips! I yell!
Fast karate moves! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,
go my bladed hands! Oh, stand back from me!
Watch out, Life, you met your match today!
Oh, yes!
Crash into my cubicle!
Clacking keyboards begin.
Smash! Smash!! Smash!!! with my soft fingertips
Don’t you hear me typing at you?!
Fat stack of books
I must rush!
Back to train!
Chatter and music,
Escalator, please move!
Flash on television monitor.
"You need a vacation! Oh, yes!"
Television monitor telling me
I would be happier anywhere but here.
Back on train.
Sky sails by.
Buildings run past the window.
Racing each other.
My gaze drifts down
a stack of books
nestled in the crook of my arm
thin, white paperback
love poetry.
damn…
I am so alone on this train.
I mean, how can I possibly look around, and see all of these people surrounding me, yet still feel completely isolated from them?
How many of them are just like me? Like that girl sitting in the corner over there. The girl with the downcast eyes?
Is she going to go home tonight, and fix herself dinner, alone? And then fall asleep in front of the television just like I will?
Why can’t I go over to her and ask her?
If she's alone,… and I’m alone… well, damn it,… why can’t we go and be alone together?
It’s so funny.
God. Why is it so hard?
The train rolls on,
and in,
arrives,
and we are home.
Dinner is fixed for one. Mmm! Success!!!
Television.
Drowsy sleepy head nods.
Soon, today will be yesterday
and tomorrow will be today.
A day just like today!
A super smash happy love socky
life.