My story is officially live on Amazon.
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A chance encounter with the erotic man of her dreams.
Zara has given up trying to find the right erotic, sensual man that will quench her insatiable thirst for the carnal.
Until the fateful day that she meets the beautiful stranger on the train.
A short but scintillating tale of a fateful encounter and eroticism.
I am excited to announce that I will be publishing my erotic short story titled ‘The Stranger on the Train’ on Tuesday. Here is an excerpt from this short but scintillating tale.
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I cannot believe the sheer amount of people on this train, Zara thought to herself as the train came to another stop to allow more people on board. She was standing in the middle of the train, holding onto the metal pole as more and more people joined the hectic rush hour commute home. With every stop, more people joined the train until it let off a considerable amount of people at the 42nd Street stop, only to have more people board it until Zara was literally hugging the pole. Someone was pressed up against her, and her eyes widened when she quickly realized that it was a guy behind her because of the hard, erect object poking her backside…
Instead of feeling disgusted and enraged, though, Zara felt exhilaration. Excitement. Arousal. She felt ashamed to admit that it had been years since she had been intimate with a man. She craved for a sensual, erotic, kinky night filled with mind-numbing orgasms with the right guy. But nearly all men turned her off and she found herself aching and so needy for the perfect guy to own all of her.
Her heart thundered in her chest as she tentatively swayed her hips against the stranger behind her. Her little cunt was pounding and her clit was throbbing as she realized how big he was; he must have been at least nine inches, if not more. She was wearing her normal office attire, which consisted of a black blazer, white collared shirt and black short pencil skirt with black flats. Despite the boring clothes, she felt sexy as she thrust against him yet again to create more of that delicious tension. She expected him to pull away or apologize profusely for the inappropriate contact.
Instead, what he did next completely shocked Zara, but in a good way. He brought his right hand up to the pole, resting his hand above her own, and gently thrust into her, forcing his huge cock to rub against her ass. She shivered in complete arousal and even though they were in a very public place, they were being completely protected by the number of passengers that were crammed into the train. No one could see what was transpiring between the two of them. And even though Zara had no idea what this man looked like, she sensed deep in her gut that she could trust him; his aura was a calm, gentle one. Which was exactly the type of man that Zara needed to fuck her until her arms and legs were shaking like Jello and she couldn’t remember her own name.
Unfortunately, her stop was the next one, so she had to stop playing this sexy, risque game with the stranger behind her. She couldn’t help it, though; she had to take a look at his face. When she turned her face around and set her gaze on him, she immediately panicked; this man was completely out of her league. He had a pair of mesmerizing, beautiful hazel eyes that were gazing right at her, along with a slightly tan complexion. He had dark brown hair that was slicked back and buzzed on the sides. A few freckles dotted his face. He was wearing a dark blue long sleeve dress shirt and black slacks along with a leather belt. She imagined herself lying down on the bed with her head hanging off the edge as he fucked her mouth slowly and deeply, his carnal, sexy moans saturating the room with so much beautiful desire and she actually shivered upon the mental image.
Fantasy. It was all mere fantasy. With a dejected frown, she started making her way through the thick crowd when the doors opened. I should have said something to him, she thought to herself as she exited the train and stepped onto the platform. She was so busy reprimanding herself that she didn’t realize who was walking right alongside her until he cleared his throat.
“Excuse me, miss. You dropped this.”
He extended a business card to her, which she took from him in a complete daze. Their gazes met for a brief moment before he quickly walked away, up the stairs, vanishing from her view. She stood there in a slight shock as she lifted the business card closer to her face to read it.
Bryant A. Hugh
Attorney at Law
Specializing in Domestic Abuse, LGBTQ and Immigration
His contact information was all there: his work address, his phone numbers, his email. Even his cell phone number, she thought to herself. The thought of texting him sent a primal shiver through her petite, thin body. She was both nervous and excited to contact him. But his beautiful hazel eyes and huge cock propelled her to plug in his number on her phone and form a succinct, to the point message.
Meet me at The Press Lounge at 7:00 PM. I’ll be there wearing a red dress.
Aiden R. McKenna 