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Tokyo Train Fantasy  

hicontrastlvr2 49M  
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7/24/2018 7:13 am
Tokyo Train Fantasy

So now a Tokyo train commuter and it’s definitely a much different lifestyle than back home in America. You get jammed in with a mass of sweat (and often stinky) strangers rushing to get to work. Butt to butt shoulder to shoulder and sometimes even face to face...

I have this developing fantasy where I am on my usual Ginza line commute and end up getting pressed together in the traincar with a striking, tall Japanese lady. She’s the perfect height so our eyes and lips align without effort. In the initial moment as the door closes we are both shocked to be so close face to face and then when the train starts off our mouths are jolted together ever so slightly. She does not pull away, I don’t pull away it just kind of happens that our lips begin to touch. It’s like a shock of excitement for both of us and we go back in for another to touch of the lips. Again and again until it’s toungues and deep open mouths groping each other for a few seconds at a time. We both know we only have two minutes to the next stop but for that two minutes we are the only ones on the train. Total strangers mashed together by chance...

When the next stop comes and the cluster fuck of fumbling commuters moves in and out we find relief that this stop is not for either of us and in the less crowded car we move close together again to comfort each other with our lips. Maybe people notice, probably most don’t. Does not matter as we have a whole other two minutes to enjoy anonymous passion. As the train slows down she tilts her head down and towards the door that will open and with the jerk of the stopping train, the ding of the bell and the clunk of the door she’s gone... Maybe, in this city of 30 million people I will never see her again...

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