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The Forbidden Ride

EkaLustYa said:
With just two stories - you have taken a gaint leap from novice to an established writer or should a say “ making guys shag “ lol !!!

You nailed it - what an impressive intense narration! I wish ( only a wish ), if not just eroticism what else ( genres ) you can thump down to smitherenes with your captivating nail biting ( pole hardening ) narrative style!

Keep it up - nice to meet a lovely writer !
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Thank you so much for your feedback Mr L <3!!! I'm working on other stuff as well, maybe not “nail-biting” haha
 
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Persephone said:
The Forbidden Ride​
By Persephone ​


"Whoa!" Aaliyah stepped back and shouted. "Why have you entered my cabin?" With a smirk flashing across his lips, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Your cabin?" I believe you're referring to our cabin. I also reserved this spot, my love. A wave of annoyance swept through Aaliyah. "This is absurd! For secrecy, I paid more! With unwavering assurance, he shrugged and said, "I guess we'll have to share then." "I swear I don't bite..." She grudgingly consented, muttering to herself as she threw her suitcase onto the bed. They avoided their obvious chemistry and ate dinner in uncomfortable silence. Marcus praised Aaliyah's attractiveness as she changed into silk pajamas. The cabin was silent and dark as they lay on their beds, but she couldn't fall asleep. Instead, her mind wandered back to Marcus’s chiseled form and the way his eyes sparkled with mischief. She could almost feel the warmth of his skin against hers.

“Are you sleeping?” she finally asked, breaking the silence. “No, I’m training to die,” he replied, his tone teasing. She rolled her eyes and turned away, a smile tugging at her lips. "Just trying to pass the time," he said with amusement. Aaliyah couldn't shake off the improper images of her and the stranger as she tossed and turned in bed. She noticed Marcus sleeping soundly and decided some self-love would be harmless. Aaliyah slowly unbuttons her pajama top and gives her tits a gentle squeeze. She indulges in pleasure, tracing her fingers over her nipples and circling them. Her nipples were hard and got even harder when she softly pinched them. As desire builds, she slips her hand under her panties and begins to touch herself.

Her fingers danced in quick, tight motions over her clit, eliciting a surge of arousal and wetness. A desperate need for release pulsed through her body, and she couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. "Just a quick one," she whispered to herself, her breath coming in short gasps. Her entire being was consumed by the overwhelming desire to be touched, to feel the ecstasy of climax. "Oh, yeah," she moaned louder, her movements becoming more frantic as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensations. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of bliss. And when she finally reached it, her body quivered with pure satisfaction.

Aaliyah was interrupted by Marcus, who asked with a playful tone, "What are you doing?" They were sitting on their beds, facing each other. Aaliyah blushed and tried to diffuse the situation. Marcus chuckled and teased, "Are you thinking about me while touching yourself?". Aaliyah nodded shyly at Marcus's surprising response. He confidently offered her pleasure if she desired, and Aaliyah found herself agreeing. Without hesitation, Marcus had her sit on his bed and she felt a rush of anticipation.

Marcus leaned over and kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth and dominating her, despite Aaliyah's fight for dominance as well. While kissing her, he removed her clothes and held her arms above her body. His other hand roams over her body. Marcus uses his fingers to tweak her right nipple, massaging her tits lightly but mixing it in with pinches to both her nipples. Aaliyah squeaked in surprise, and he chuckled against her lips.

Marcus stands between her wide legs, his massive shoulders protecting her as he runs his fingertips down her stomach and between her legs. Marcus decides to tease her a little by running his fingers about her hips, thighs, and the lips of her cunt before eventually touching her clit. Aaliyah groans with pleasure.

Marcus flickered her clit over and over and asked. “Are wet for me, baby girl?” Aaliyah squeaked a “Yes!”. Her fingers dug into her palm. Marcus lowers himself down and gently blew across her pussy and watched her shiver as she felt his breath between her legs. He placed a lingering kiss on the right inner thigh, and gradually kissed his way up, getting close to her hot mound but not touching it. He gently kissed her cunt. His tongue would glide slowly along her pussy folds, gently parting them open. Marcus repeated his movements on her other leg, loving the soft skin on his lips. Aaliyah moaned as Marcus moved closer to her pussy again, and her hips were pushing up, eager for him to touch the most intimate part. “Oh yes,” Aaliyah exclaimed.

He used his tongue on her, running it across her outer lips, teasing her, licking around her entrance and her clit, letting the anticipation build. As her moans got louder, he plunged his tongue into her. Aaliyah cried out as Marcus started thrusting his tongue into her tight pussy and licking inside. “Lick faster. Lick it, lick it, lick it!” She would grasp onto his hair, urging him on as he devoured her.

He pulled back from her pussy and pressed two fingers against her glistening pussy entrance. His fingers easily pushed into her, parting her pussy lips so that he could thrust them deep inside her. Aaliyah cried out, "Ahhhh, fuck, that's good," at the feel of his fingers stroking inside her pussy. “I’m coming, yes, yes, yes,” she cries, eyes pressed shut. Marcus continued to thrust into her while gently licking across her clit as she climaxed. He moved back, slipping out his fingers from her soaking pussy and standing up between her legs.

Aaliyah grips the bedposts tightly as Marcus grabs his massive cock and lines it up with her moist pussy entrance. He gently rubbed his cock on her clit before sinking deep into her tight, wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and let his powerful thrusts press her down onto the worn mattress. He started to slowly stroke into her cunt with a steady rhythm. He grabs onto her ass with his hands and kisses her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth, tasting of her.

Marcus grabbed Aaliyah’s curvy hips and increased the pace of the thrusts, sending his cock deep into her tight body with each push. In and out. He couldn't resist stroking her ass and spanking lightly while he pushed into her, brushing over her sensitive clit. Marcus sank his cock deep into her, and his hips slapped against her soft ass. Aaliyah started to quietly mewl, indicating her impending climax.

He fucked her harder until she reached the peak of orgasm. "Yes, yes, yessss. I'm coming, oh yes, ohhhh," she cried as he placed his hand over her mouth to muffle any sounds that could potentially disturb other passengers. Aaliyah thrashed uncontrollably as she came hard on Marcus’ massive cock. "I'm going to cum soon," Marcus groaned. As her body was overwhelmed with pleasure, she bit his hand while he continued to thrust inside her. He started to cum deep inside her as he felt a wave of pleasure. Marcus withdrew from her and collapsed beside her.

As their bodies calmed and breathing slowed, they realized the risks taken. Fixing their clothes, they sat in silence on opposite berths. The train rocked them gently through the night as the conductor passed by, unaware of their passionate encounter behind drawn curtains. The rest of the night passed in a haze for both of them as they lay awake, replaying every sensation, every touch, and every moan in their minds.​
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Aaliyah took a step back, her eyes narrowing as she shouted, "Why have you entered my cabin?"
Marcus smirked, raising an eyebrow with casual confidence. "Your cabin?" he mused, leaning against the doorframe. "I think you mean our cabin. I reserved this spot too, my love."
Aaliyah’s heart raced, her frustration flaring. "This is absurd!" she snapped. "I paid more for this space—for secrecy!"
Marcus shrugged, his grin widening. "Guess we'll have to share then."

Her chest tightened in annoyance, but she bit back the urge to argue further. "I swear I don't bite..." he added, his voice smooth, but with a playful edge.

Aaliyah muttered under her breath, tossing her suitcase onto the bed with a thud. The room felt small, too close. They ate in silence, the air thick with tension, neither daring to acknowledge the strange chemistry simmering between them.

As she changed into silk pajamas, Marcus’s eyes followed her every movement, a compliment slipping from his lips, “You look... stunning.”

She didn’t respond, too caught up in the unsettling heat that rose in her chest, and the lingering sensation of his gaze. When the cabin fell silent and dark, Aaliyah lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep refused to come, her mind drifting to the way Marcus's chiseled form had looked in the dim light, the way his eyes had sparkled with mischief. She could almost feel the heat of his skin against hers, and she hated how badly her body yearned for it.
 
Aaliyah took a sharp step back, her voice tight with indignation. "Why have you entered my cabin?"
Marcus’s smirk was slow and deliberate, a mischievous gleam dancing in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "Your cabin?" he drawled. "I believe you mean our cabin. I reserved this spot too, my love."

Aaliyah's breath caught, her pulse quickening in annoyance. “This is absurd! I paid extra—for secrecy!” Her words rang out, but her chest felt heavy, the injustice stinging more than she cared to admit.

Marcus shrugged, leaning back casually, his grin unwavering. "Guess we'll have to share then."

Her frustration surged, but she swallowed it down, turning away. “I swear I don’t bite…” he teased, his voice soft, almost too soothing.

With a reluctant grunt, Aaliyah muttered under her breath and threw her suitcase onto the bed, the thud echoing louder than she wanted. They ate dinner in silence, avoiding each other’s gaze. The tension between them was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. The air felt charged, as if the room itself was holding its breath.

As Aaliyah slipped into her silk pajamas, Marcus’s eyes flicked up from his plate, catching her in the soft light. “You’re... stunning,” he said, his voice low, the words hanging in the air like a promise.

She didn’t respond, her pulse spiking, her skin prickling under the weight of his gaze. She pulled the covers up to her chin, the discomfort of being near him growing sharper with each second.

The cabin was silent and dark when they finally settled into their respective beds. But sleep refused to come for Aaliyah. Her mind spun, replaying his presence, the way his body had moved, the playful glint in his eyes. She could still feel the heat from his gaze, lingering on her skin like a touch she couldn’t erase. She hated the way her body ached for more, the longing growing against her will. She turned over, staring into the darkness, unable to escape the image of him, or the restless yearning that followed.
 
snapped, “Why have you entered my cabin?”
Marcus’s lips curled into a slow, deliberate smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He raised an eyebrow, unfazed by her tone. “Your cabin?” he repeated, his voice teasing. “I think you mean our cabin. I reserved this spot, too. My love.”

Her breath caught in her throat, frustration rising like a storm inside her. “This is ridiculous!” she shot back, her voice laced with disbelief. “I paid extra for secrecy!”

Marcus shrugged, his composure unchanged, a quiet confidence radiating from him. “Guess we’ll have to share, then.”

Aaliyah’s hands clenched at her sides, her chest tightening with the rush of anger she was trying so desperately to hold in check. “I swear I don’t bite,” Marcus added, his voice smooth, his smirk deepening as he leaned casually against the doorframe.

She forced herself to turn away, muttering something under her breath, and tossed her suitcase onto the bed with more force than necessary. The room felt smaller now, suffocating under the weight of their proximity. They ate dinner in tense silence, each chewing more slowly than necessary, as if the clinking of cutlery could somehow mask the unspoken words that hummed in the air between them.

As she changed into her silk pajamas, the cool fabric brushing against her skin, Aaliyah caught Marcus’s gaze flicking over her, lingering just a moment longer than appropriate. His lips parted, and he murmured, “You’re... stunning.” His voice was low, smooth, the words falling like a soft caress against her skin.

Aaliyah froze, her pulse quickening against her will. She didn’t know how to respond—didn’t want to respond—but the heat of his gaze, the weight of his attention, made her skin flush. Without a word, she turned away, pulling the covers over her, as if the thin fabric could shield her from the pull she felt in her chest.

The cabin was silent and dark as they both lay awake in their separate beds, the world outside still and cold. Aaliyah stared at the ceiling, but her thoughts were far from peaceful. Her mind replayed every moment—his smirk, the way his body had moved, the mischievous glint in his eyes that she couldn’t ignore.

She felt the heat of his presence, even now, radiating in the space between them, filling the room with an invisible tension that left her restless and uncertain. She turned onto her side, her body heavy with a desire she couldn’t shake. She hated that it was there, that ache deep inside her, growing in the silence. She couldn't escape it—the warmth of his skin, the way he seemed so effortlessly in control, and the way her body betrayed her, longing for something she shouldn’t want.
 
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The Forbidden Ride​
By Persephone ​


"Whoa!" Aaliyah stepped back and shouted. "Why have you entered my cabin?" With a smirk flashing across his lips, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Your cabin?" I believe you're referring to our cabin. I also reserved this spot, my love. A wave of annoyance swept through Aaliyah. "This is absurd! For secrecy, I paid more! With unwavering assurance, he shrugged and said, "I guess we'll have to share then." "I swear I don't bite..." She grudgingly consented, muttering to herself as she threw her suitcase onto the bed. They avoided their obvious chemistry and ate dinner in uncomfortable silence. Marcus praised Aaliyah's attractiveness as she changed into silk pajamas. The cabin was silent and dark as they lay on their beds, but she couldn't fall asleep. Instead, her mind wandered back to Marcus’s chiseled form and the way his eyes sparkled with mischief. She could almost feel the warmth of his skin against hers.

“Are you sleeping?” she finally asked, breaking the silence. “No, I’m training to die,” he replied, his tone teasing. She rolled her eyes and turned away, a smile tugging at her lips. "Just trying to pass the time," he said with amusement. Aaliyah couldn't shake off the improper images of her and the stranger as she tossed and turned in bed. She noticed Marcus sleeping soundly and decided some self-love would be harmless. Aaliyah slowly unbuttons her pajama top and gives her tits a gentle squeeze. She indulges in pleasure, tracing her fingers over her nipples and circling them. Her nipples were hard and got even harder when she softly pinched them. As desire builds, she slips her hand under her panties and begins to touch herself.

Her fingers danced in quick, tight motions over her clit, eliciting a surge of arousal and wetness. A desperate need for release pulsed through her body, and she couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. "Just a quick one," she whispered to herself, her breath coming in short gasps. Her entire being was consumed by the overwhelming desire to be touched, to feel the ecstasy of climax. "Oh, yeah," she moaned louder, her movements becoming more frantic as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensations. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of bliss. And when she finally reached it, her body quivered with pure satisfaction.

Aaliyah was interrupted by Marcus, who asked with a playful tone, "What are you doing?" They were sitting on their beds, facing each other. Aaliyah blushed and tried to diffuse the situation. Marcus chuckled and teased, "Are you thinking about me while touching yourself?". Aaliyah nodded shyly at Marcus's surprising response. He confidently offered her pleasure if she desired, and Aaliyah found herself agreeing. Without hesitation, Marcus had her sit on his bed and she felt a rush of anticipation.

Marcus leaned over and kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth and dominating her, despite Aaliyah's fight for dominance as well. While kissing her, he removed her clothes and held her arms above her body. His other hand roams over her body. Marcus uses his fingers to tweak her right nipple, massaging her tits lightly but mixing it in with pinches to both her nipples. Aaliyah squeaked in surprise, and he chuckled against her lips.

Marcus stands between her wide legs, his massive shoulders protecting her as he runs his fingertips down her stomach and between her legs. Marcus decides to tease her a little by running his fingers about her hips, thighs, and the lips of her cunt before eventually touching her clit. Aaliyah groans with pleasure.

Marcus flickered her clit over and over and asked. “Are wet for me, baby girl?” Aaliyah squeaked a “Yes!”. Her fingers dug into her palm. Marcus lowers himself down and gently blew across her pussy and watched her shiver as she felt his breath between her legs. He placed a lingering kiss on the right inner thigh, and gradually kissed his way up, getting close to her hot mound but not touching it. He gently kissed her cunt. His tongue would glide slowly along her pussy folds, gently parting them open. Marcus repeated his movements on her other leg, loving the soft skin on his lips. Aaliyah moaned as Marcus moved closer to her pussy again, and her hips were pushing up, eager for him to touch the most intimate part. “Oh yes,” Aaliyah exclaimed.

He used his tongue on her, running it across her outer lips, teasing her, licking around her entrance and her clit, letting the anticipation build. As her moans got louder, he plunged his tongue into her. Aaliyah cried out as Marcus started thrusting his tongue into her tight pussy and licking inside. “Lick faster. Lick it, lick it, lick it!” She would grasp onto his hair, urging him on as he devoured her.

He pulled back from her pussy and pressed two fingers against her glistening pussy entrance. His fingers easily pushed into her, parting her pussy lips so that he could thrust them deep inside her. Aaliyah cried out, "Ahhhh, fuck, that's good," at the feel of his fingers stroking inside her pussy. “I’m coming, yes, yes, yes,” she cries, eyes pressed shut. Marcus continued to thrust into her while gently licking across her clit as she climaxed. He moved back, slipping out his fingers from her soaking pussy and standing up between her legs.

Aaliyah grips the bedposts tightly as Marcus grabs his massive cock and lines it up with her moist pussy entrance. He gently rubbed his cock on her clit before sinking deep into her tight, wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and let his powerful thrusts press her down onto the worn mattress. He started to slowly stroke into her cunt with a steady rhythm. He grabs onto her ass with his hands and kisses her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth, tasting of her.

Marcus grabbed Aaliyah’s curvy hips and increased the pace of the thrusts, sending his cock deep into her tight body with each push. In and out. He couldn't resist stroking her ass and spanking lightly while he pushed into her, brushing over her sensitive clit. Marcus sank his cock deep into her, and his hips slapped against her soft ass. Aaliyah started to quietly mewl, indicating her impending climax.

He fucked her harder until she reached the peak of orgasm. "Yes, yes, yessss. I'm coming, oh yes, ohhhh," she cried as he placed his hand over her mouth to muffle any sounds that could potentially disturb other passengers. Aaliyah thrashed uncontrollably as she came hard on Marcus’ massive cock. "I'm going to cum soon," Marcus groaned. As her body was overwhelmed with pleasure, she bit his hand while he continued to thrust inside her. He started to cum deep inside her as he felt a wave of pleasure. Marcus withdrew from her and collapsed beside her.

As their bodies calmed and breathing slowed, they realized the risks taken. Fixing their clothes, they sat in silence on opposite berths. The train rocked them gently through the night as the conductor passed by, unaware of their passionate encounter behind drawn curtains. The rest of the night passed in a haze for both of them as they lay awake, replaying every sensation, every touch, and every moan in their minds.​
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woww soo good ... lovely:hearteyes:
 
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