A Fling on the El Train: Pleasure on the Tracks

The enigmatic figure on the L-train consumes Zeddie's every thought, fueling his secret desires. Now, he's on the brink of fulfilling them.

The train’s wheels screeched as it pulled out of the station, and my heart raced with excitement. My daily commute had become a routine of anticipation and longing, all because of the stranger with long dreadlocks who rode my train every day. The steady sway of the train did little to alleviate the pounding headache that had been bothering me, but it wasn’t the headache that had me on edge. It was the thought of seeing him again.

“Doors open on the right at Fullerton. Transfer to Purple and Brown Line trains at Fullerton.” The automated message echoed through the carriage.

My eyes darted around the platform as the train slowed to a stop, scanning for any sign of my favorite stranger. But he was nowhere to be seen. Disappointed, I resigned myself to the idea that I might not get to see him today. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand slipped through the gap, and he boarded the train.

My pulse quickened as he settled into his usual seat, his eyes closed and his headphones on. I stole a glance, admiring him from afar. But as if he could sense my thoughts, he adjusted himself, drawing my gaze to his crotch. I bit my lower lip, my eyes fixated on the subtle motion, lost in the fantasy. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he looked at me with a playful smirk, full of mischief.