Stories I Create On The Train
Everything in me focused on getting home though I couldn’t help checking out each person that stepped on the train.Fatigue slowed my mind down, but the longer I watched people, the more my creativity tried to sit up and took notice. He’s a naughty b**st, my muse. He’s been a bit sluggish though and he made only minimal effort even then.I noticed the little things in my post-work haze. The tightness of her striped skirt that barely covered her ass, the cat-got-the-cream look on his face that...