My naughty machinations on a train ride home
I uncross and recross my legs, all the time noting who is watching, that excites me, knowing at least one man is trying to see up my skirt, steal a look at my forbidden fruit, as if he was successful, then I would be duty bound to surrender it to him for his own personal pleasure, up some backstreet alley or some despicable place, that would add to my debasement and to his prize.In the back of my mind I savor such a thought, feeling the sensation of my knickers being ripped from me, the thin...