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Ex on the Train at 4am

(This was my very first tumblr post back in ‘09.)

I’m stuck at a dying party with no one to talk to and a missing g-string. The street is hot and the subway is hotter but at least by now, it’s nearly empty. There are only two other people on the train, and I sit down directly across from one of them before I realize it’s my ex-boyfriend.

Shivers. Where those good or bad?

He’s looking at me with that grin of his and I want to slap him. And kiss him. God, I must be drunk.

He doesn’t say anything, but he looks me up and down trying to remember what I look like under these clothes. Eye contact lasts as he gets up and moves towards me. He still hasn’t said a word, and my body is doing things it shouldn’t. His hand grabs the railing above my head and he looks down at me with that grin. When I finally look away, my eyes move down and lock onto his zipper. I know it’s under there. I remember. I remember far too well for being this close to him at 4am on a subway when I’ve been drinking.

My hands are on his hips, sliding up under his tee shirt to his hard flat stomach. One hand pushes hair away from my face. One of my hands is pressing against his cock through his jeans and I can tell he likes it.

He’s sitting now, and I’m on his lap. The train is moving fast and the old man in the corner is watching us.

I don’t know whose hands unzipped his jeans, and I don’t know who guided him into me, but I do know it was me who kissed him so hard I almost drew blood. His hands slid up under my skirt, gripped my ass tightly and pulled me down around him until I could feel his pelvic bone against my clit.

I’m screaming into his mouth as I fuck him, and I barely notice that the train has stopped. It’s only another couple stumbling onto the train, totally unaware of us as they kiss against the door.

As we start moving again, he’s thrusting into me with the same rhythm as the train, and I’m remembering every single time we fucked. His hands are around me, I’m pushing onto him, sucking his lip into my mouth, and I can’t believe that I’m about to come.

I bury my mouth in his neck, moaning into his skin as his fingers slide up between my thighs from behind. Oh god, I think to myself. He remembers.

Just as I begin to bite into his neck, one finger pushes gently into my ass and I’m coming like I always used to. My body is shaking, my breath is short, and I know there are scratches on his shoulders.

When my breath slows down I can tell he’s still hard inside me. He could always wait as long as he wanted. He could take me home, fuck me all night, and then fuck me again after breakfast.

The train stops at the next station. He’s kissing my neck, and holding me, whispering things into my ear about what else he wants to do before the sun comes up.

Before I know it, I’m sliding out the door just as it’s closing. The look of surprise hasn’t even registered on his face as he sits there with his big cock sticking out of his jeans.

“Thanks,” I say, as I blow him a kiss and walk up the stairs into the early morning.

-gny

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“How many guys have you slept with?” I asked before taking off her bra.

She pulled the straps back up over her shoulders and sat down on the bed.  She leaned back on her elbows and smiled at me until I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answer. 

“Do you want to know before you fuck me, or after?”

I moved in between her legs and ran my hands up her thighs.  Her skin was soft and her legs were full of muscles that twitched under my fingers.  She looked stronger and prettier than I remembered. I undid the buttons on her jeans and she didn’t move at all as I slid them off her legs and onto the floor.  I pulled my shirt off over my head as she pressed her small foot against my hardening cock. 

She smiled as she watched me step out of my pants and opened her thighs invitingly.  She reached out with her foot again and touched me so gently I could barely feel it. With one hand she slid her panties to the side and I’m pretty sure I mumbled something stupid about how perfect she was.

It didn’t take me long to slide a condom on as I pulled her legs and body to the edge of the bed.  Her smile seemed to test me and I couldn’t wait.  I thrust into her with a moan and with one hand on the back of her neck I pulled her to me and kissed her hard.  I covered her lips and chin with my mouth as I fucked her and she clawed her nails down my back.  She reached one hand up and grabbed me by the hair as we pressed against each other until she had her mouth to my ear.

“Do you want to know now?” she whispered. I could barely think as I fucked her, but I mumbled yes before I kissed her again.

“Call me a whore,” she said more quietly.  “Call me a whore and I’ll tell you.”

“Tell me, you fucking whore,” I grunted into her ear.  “Tell me how many men have fucked you like this.  How many cocks have you had inside you?  How many times have you begged to be fucked?”

I could feel her tighten around me as she moaned into my ear.  She kissed me again and wouldn’t let me pull away. I grabbed her harder as I thrust into her and I asked her over and over again.

“Oh god,” she whispered just as she started to come.  “I’ve fucked seventy-three.  I’ve had seventy-three hard cocks inside me.”

I don’t know which one of us came harder, but I’m sure we both woke the neighbors and I know that I could barely see.  I kissed her over and over again and she held me tightly against her. Finally, I rolled over next to her on the bed and I took her hand in mine. 

“I completely fucking love you.”

–Guy New York

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