To the woman who humped me at the train station
Hey.
You don’t know me, but I know you. In fact, I think I know you very well. Does my face ring a bell? No? I'm surprised, actually. If you don't recognize the face, then you must know me by my ass. I mean, you were humping it this morning.
You’re not a shy one, are you? You're really quite forward. I like that. There were no introductions. Just a few seconds after I got off the train, you were right on top of me. White on rice. Or should I say, white on ass.
I wanted to move faster, but the person ahead of me wasn't moving. What did you do? You kept on pushing. I could've fallen down the stairs, you crazy bitch. You know that? And you know what happens when people push me? I push back. It's too bad you thought this was foreplay, not a passive-aggressive ploy on my behalf.
You were so turned on by my "move" that your leg practically wrapped itself around my thigh. Jesus Mary Fucker. Lady, give it a rest. I was not in the mood for a shag... at least not before my morning coffee.
Couldn't you see I wasn't interested? I was on my way to work, and you were on my ass. Pressing further. Deeper. More and more into me. So much so that I felt your labia, rubbing against my right ass cheek.
Oh, and before I forget, you need to wipe yourself down - all of this excitement left you a little moist and you left a spot of dampness on my ass.
Best,
Steven.
You don’t know me, but I know you. In fact, I think I know you very well. Does my face ring a bell? No? I'm surprised, actually. If you don't recognize the face, then you must know me by my ass. I mean, you were humping it this morning.
You’re not a shy one, are you? You're really quite forward. I like that. There were no introductions. Just a few seconds after I got off the train, you were right on top of me. White on rice. Or should I say, white on ass.
I wanted to move faster, but the person ahead of me wasn't moving. What did you do? You kept on pushing. I could've fallen down the stairs, you crazy bitch. You know that? And you know what happens when people push me? I push back. It's too bad you thought this was foreplay, not a passive-aggressive ploy on my behalf.
You were so turned on by my "move" that your leg practically wrapped itself around my thigh. Jesus Mary Fucker. Lady, give it a rest. I was not in the mood for a shag... at least not before my morning coffee.
Couldn't you see I wasn't interested? I was on my way to work, and you were on my ass. Pressing further. Deeper. More and more into me. So much so that I felt your labia, rubbing against my right ass cheek.
Oh, and before I forget, you need to wipe yourself down - all of this excitement left you a little moist and you left a spot of dampness on my ass.
Best,
Steven.
Authored by S at 12:00 am
10 Comments:
Thanks Steven, I think I'm gonna be sick... :P
I was a little turned on, until you got to the labia part...that totally killed it.
Oh my. I think I need to wipe myself down now...
Sounds like she was trying to do what all of us want to: Grind wheat into flour.....on your ass. But never in the morning, and certain never without java first. And, screw the wipedown....just rub it in. Damn bitch.
Jesus Mary Fucker huh? I guess she must have really pisses Steven off.
But deep down you know you like it a little.....
Surprise Buttsecks!
Was she hot?
are you sure your moist backside was due to the lady pressing against you...and not your own excitement?
Awesome. All I got was a face full of Apple Bottom, you got the full on hump.
So that I don't answer all nine of you who kindly commented, I'll leave it at this:
She was old, not hot.
I like others to make the first move as long as it doesn't involve pushing me down a flight of stairs.
I'm not a morning person, so surprise anything is a no-no.
And my backside doesn't get moist, it's my frontside (and it didn't).
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