doriancstuff

[doriancstuff]

nsfw story

hey there!!

dorian c. writings here :-)

writing a nsfw story and couldn’t post on twitter without uploading it to somewhere else first. i rememberd how strong the nsfw community was on twitter and hope yall are still just the way you where!! :-) at any rate here goes. enjoy and let me know if yall would like to read more.

Jessie got up that morning, feeling relaxed and rested.

After a short look at her alarm clock she understood why, she was 30 minutes late!

“shit, shit, shit” she swore under her breath, while throwing the blankets off her body.

She ran into the bathroom and started brushing her teeth and franticly combing through her hair.

Her naked body, as always looked amazing. Her skin was smooth and silky not a single blemish was to be found on her contours and curves, the colour of her skin could only be described as even and elegant. There was not a single trace off tanline to be found on her intire body.

She took exelent care off herself and it showed.

Next to that she had a amazing pair of tits with perky nipples ,perfectly sized areolas and an ass so amazingly cute and soft, guys who passed her by could do very little but turn around and look at her.

“Jeffrey, i don’t know if i’ll make it on time today. i’m gonna try n’ catch the last subway train but i’ll probably be a few minutes late” she spoke into her cellphone that she had put down on the sink while quickly putting on some eyeliner.

“it’s fine, Jess.” Jeffrey spoke.  “you have overtime plenty, if you’re a little late today nobody’s gonna give you a hard time. Be safe, try and catch that train and if you miss it, you miss it. No worries.”

she felt more relieved after that phone call and the presure she felt before. She took a little more time to get ready but got there in the end. That day she wore a short black even skirt, a white tight tank top with a skin coloured bra and a matching thong. When she looked in the mirror she stopped for a second and murmured “well...good enough” under her breath and left the bathroom.

That day there was, like most days, no need for a jacket. She lived in a warm, sunny country and enjoyed the feeling of wind and the sunlight caressing her soft silky skin. As she walked down the street her confidence got a little boost from the guys who turned their heads as she walked past.

Jessie allways secretly enjoyed men looking at her, tho she never reacted to any catcalling. She had a more confident strut in her step the further she walked towards the train station.

When she arrived at the station her sence off confidence dropped to a low, replacing itself with hopelessness. As if getting up late wasn’t making her feel guilty enough, the train station was compeltly packed with people. She sighed to herself and decided to just go for it and make her way towards her platform squeezing through the hordes of people trying to get to their destination themselves. Finally she arrived at her platform and looked for a place to wait in silence until the train she needed arrived in the station. A small open area was visible and she tought to herself that standing there might get her in a compartment, somewhat less packed with people.

Approaching the spot where she was going to wait for her train she saw a young man, no older then 25 standing, looking at his phone. And what a sight he was.

He was wearing grey sweatpants, a black loose t-shirt wich did not hold back his sculpted body, because she could clearly see his pecks through his shirt. On his head he was wearing a normal black cap pulled down making his eyes barely visible. “who needs eyes with a jawline like that?!” she thought to herself. Feeling butterflies in her stomach she whent to stand next to the hot mess of a man that was from that moment known as mr. Sweatpants.

For a couple of minutes the two where standing side by side, she was looking at her phone but was very aware of mr. Sweatpants movements. He was a very attractive specimen and something stirred inside of her, her mind flooded with images of what his sweaty tanned body would look like pounding away on top of her small frame. How a delightfull mix of pleasure and pain would bring her to a sweaty, quivering, deeply moaning orgasm. She was at this point only staring at her phonescreen without even actually looking at her phone anymore.

She didn’t even hear the subway train approaching, but there was something else she noticed.

A few moments before the train arrived the air in the subway wafted from one side to the other, the speed of the train for the briefest of moments  made sure a hint of his perfume hit her nose, it smelled manly yet fruity, it was to say in the very least intoxicating and as Jessie’s nose recieved his smell, immediately she became aware of the wetness welling up between her legs.

This man, without having done anything for it, not a touch, look or even a whisper of a thrill had succeeded in making Jessie want him.

“fuck” she thought as the train was slowing down to stop right infront of her.

Even tho she liked the feeling secretly, she was dissapointed once again as the train doors opened.

The train infront of her was absolutly packed, some people got off and other immediately people who where waiting on the platform started walking toward other open doors, mr. Sweatpants walked up to the door right infront of them, wich was pretty packed but three people got off so she could get on and have some room to spare if noone else hopped on. Noone else seemed to be around , so she jumped on the train happily right next to mr. Sweatpants. Taking in his scent she knew she had made the right choise, Mr. sweatpants grabbed hold of a bar right above his head with his right hand and grabbed a bar behind himwith his left. Jessie herself was only able to grab the bar above their heads and as the doors closed another young girl hopped on the train last second and bumped up against her. Jessie lost her footing for a brief second as she heard a soft “oops, sorry” coming from the girl, but that was the last of her concern as she realised she was leaned back against mister sweatpants hand still on the bar above her head.