I’m still not in the mood of talking to anyone. That must explain this disturbing little FF I call
[Train Dreams – August 5, 2004]
There’s nothing like falling asleep on the train and waking up with a raging hard-on to make the passengers around me nervous. I don’t understand their reasoning, though. Surely they can’t believe I’d flatter them by wanting to involve them in my sexual dreams?
I look around me as I stand and it’s always the same. Men have a sly, knowing smile on their faces. Old women look shocked and afraid. Some look intrigued while most are disgusted.
Heh. I wonder how they’d react if they knew I’d rather put the screw TO them as opposed to simply screwing them. How many would scream if they could see my visions of them, limbs duct-taped together, hanging naked from the poles on the train?
How many of those jocks would break down and cry like little sissy girls if they could imagine themselves strapped to the hood of the train as we went barreling off the tracks?
I shudder as the images hit me with a passion that causes my dick to leak. Oh, how amazing it would be to actually derail the train onto the highway. But, I’m not allowed to do that. I’m only paid to drive it.
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