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Chocolate Boxes and Roses: the remix.

Posted 04-13-2016 at 04:58 PM by SophieC
This is Tom's fault. All of it. Well, a little bit my fault as I'm writing the stupid words.

So what follows is a sincere, romantic tale of stolen moments of love on a train. And its windy outside. Or something.


She was delighted when the annoying posh guy got off the train. She'd been holding in flatulence for the last 3 stops, and there was only so much pressure a woman could put herself under. The added bonus of letting go meant that she got to keep the double seat to herself as oddly no one seemed game enough to venture through the noxious fumes. Thank goodness for taco lunches.

She was tired of thinking of Andrew, damn him and his wish to take her away for the weekend. If she wanted to spend the weekend at home eating tinned mince and watching Pokémon cartoons then who was he to steal her time with his demands of a weekend in Venice. She really could pick them.

She couldn't help noticing the attractive man sitting across the aisle. She had been trying to ignore the pull of attraction to him, but his manly masculineness was calling to her across the litter strewn aisle. She watched him through the cover of her long lashes, delighting in the pull of his shirt across his belly. The exposed skin she could see where the buttons were threatening to pop was calling to her, awakening a need she had been denying too long. Clearly he was a man who knew about pleasure. Indeed she could see that he had enjoyed a lunch that day of Kung Pao chicken, as the remnants were clinging to the surface of that enticing shirt.

She sighed, trying to control the out of control beating of her heart. She also farted. A lot. Damn tacos.

She looked up again, to find the well fed stranger staring at her. He had an almost pained look on his face, and for a moment she couldn't decide if he were uncomfortable with the stench in the carriage or if he had altogether more erotic matters in mind.

He stood, suddenly and ambled over to where she was sitting. He sat down across from her, leaning across and allowing her to inhale the intoxicating scent of stale Chinese food and sweat.

"I want you. You remind me of the weather, that damn untamed weather we have here. Your own issues with wind reminds of the sirocco winds we sometimes get on Dartmouth. Wild, untamed, and wanton. Look they've stopped serving food on the train and there's nowt better to do for the next twenty miles. Meet you in the toilet?"

And with those words he was gone, like a modern day Clark Gable, with a little bit of Al Pacino thrown in. If Al and Clark were compulsive eaters, with body odour issues. Clearly she was powerless to resist. She was a strong, powerful woman not owned by any man. If Andrew wanted to try and tame her, she would show him by living out remarkable sexual fantasies in pubic toilets. That was really living.

This scenario reminded her of a rumour she had read about on facebook, something about a couple in Boston being overwhelmed by their own untamed passion and exploring their love in public while wearing t-shirts of eighties bands. She regretted, slightly, that she wasn't wearing her Duran Duran tshirt for this journey into the erotic.

She moved calmly through the train, making her way to the toilet. And him.

The door slid open and she was overwhelmed with the scent of bleach and stale Chinese food. In years to come she would always find this combination unbearably arousing. His large hand slid around her hip and he pulled her into the small space.

There wasn't a lot of room for the two of them in the cramped space, and there was a lot of the floor she didn't want to stand on because of the toilet paper strewn everywhere but she was rendered liquid by his touch and his words. At his first whispered "nice tits", she was a goner and sound found herself pushed against the tiny window, facing out at the passing countryside.

Their coupling was frantic, it had to be there was clearly a queue of angry people outside banging on the door who were waiting to use the toilet. But they wouldn't be rushed from reaching the glory of release.

"Don't stop banging me, don't stop", she cried as he angrily pounded into her. God it was glorious, she wished every woman could know this kind of freedom. Her knickers were around her knees, her skirt pushed up against her hips - she'd never felt more like a lady.

He was whispering words of devotion and adoration in her ears, making her believe in true love. Words like "the wife will kill me" and "you nearly finished"... With one final cry of "steak and kidney pie" he took them both to a place of carnal pleasure they had never visited before. They'd both seen pictures of it, on the internet but never actually visited.

They wanted to hold onto the glorious feeling, to breathe in the scent of bleach and sex and glory in each other but it was not to be. The train conductor was outside shouting something about transport police and public decency. So they righted their clothes, straightened their spines, and left the comfort of their love church.

He escorted he back to her seat, ever the gentleman, then winked at her and went back to his seat.

She was lost now, changed utterly. She hadn't known that banging strangers on trains was her destiny but now she was willing to accept it was. She couldn't wait for all the adventures that were to come, but she knew she would never ever forget this first magical glimpse of the erotic pleasures that could be found with strangers on a train.
Total Comments 8


hijiller's Avatar
I knew you had a plan for that blob of dinner on his shirt..your leitmotif? Great job, missy!
Posted 04-13-2016 at 05:29 PM by hijiller hijiller is offline
gdgrl's Avatar
Brilliant, maybe Nicholas should fear you and not Tom. Or even E. L. James...Fifty Shades of Stench! Bravo!
Posted 04-13-2016 at 06:15 PM by gdgrl gdgrl is offline
TomIAm's Avatar
Simply marvelous. It has so many more words than any of my stories, which I assume makes your story that much better. I wanted to use more words in mine, but I just couldn't type them fast enough and still fall within the 2 minute time limit rule that is really at the core of this blog contest. Your hands must have been flying over the keys!!
Posted 04-13-2016 at 09:28 PM by TomIAm TomIAm is online now
ZoydW's Avatar
I am in love with your sense of humor.
Posted 04-14-2016 at 09:36 PM by ZoydW ZoydW is offline
katydid's Avatar
How did I miss this? You are now my favorite author, hands down. Fuck you, E.E. Cummings.
Posted 04-22-2016 at 05:11 PM by katydid katydid is offline
Stew's Avatar
Sure makes me want to take a train ride..........the words, the construction and arrangement were fantastic, I could almost smell her farts........The pictures of the conductor and the listening audience outside the door were vividly clear....awesome job Sophie
Posted 07-29-2017 at 03:11 PM by Stew Stew is offline
hijiller's Avatar
This holds up well, and makes me teary-eyed in one eye for the blogger jamboree. Alas, the President might be invited to speak and he has a way of dejamboreeing most gatherings of more than him.
But back to the toilet..did they remember to flush? A train �� or plane ✈️ flush is so intense and yet such a powerful release.

I'll never wait in line on Amtrak the same way again. Kudos!
Posted 07-29-2017 at 09:26 PM by hijiller hijiller is offline
drkcloud's Avatar
This story, just pulled emotions from deep within me, that quite honestly I didn't know existed. There is a smile on my face and well I think it will stay there for awhile, thanks for sharing ,
Posted 09-03-2018 at 10:56 PM by drkcloud drkcloud is offline
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