Primal Scream (Box Set #1, Taboo Sex + AFF) by Jess C Scott
Authors: Jess C Scott
Tags: Fiction, Literary, Romance, Contemporary, Family, Sex, Contemporary Romance, Short Stories, Literature, Contemporary Fiction, Stories, Erotic Fiction, Anthology, adult romance, Erotic Romance, taboo, Erotic Literature, Cougar, taboo sex, literary erotic fiction, family relations
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watching the couple sitting across his seat, who’d turned their trip on the train into a 20 minute make-out session, much to some of their fellow commuters’ annoyance. Andy had seen the man’s hand going up the woman’s micro mini skirt at one point.
From the moment Andy had boarded, the woman had been sitting on the lap of the man, who was touching and stroking her skin all over. The man even serenaded her at one point, while gently kissing/sucking on one of the lobes of her ears.
He knew they were a couple from mainland China, from the way they spoke Mandarin with a thick accent. The couple treated everyone else as if they were invisible.
A few disgusted commuters rolled their eyes at the couple. Others, too caught up in their own PDAs, didn’t even notice. A lanky girl shifted her body slightly towards the oblivious couple, holding her cell phone up. Perhaps she wanted some proof of evidence of the “public display of affection” she’d witnessed, when gossiping about it to her friends later.
Since it was hard to ignore their behavior, Andy didn’t fight any resistance, and watched the free show. He caught a sneak peek of the woman’s hot pink, lacy underwear. He thought she’d moaned a few times, rocking her pelvis. Or was that the movement from the train carriage?
Andy straightened his shirt collar once the couple stood up, and prepared to get off the MRT train, tuning out the voiceover which reminded passengers to “mind their step,” before the doors finally opened, after the fast train had come to a stop.
He knew the little jingle that had been playing to commuters, who were waiting at the station’s platform outside.
“ Train is coming, train is coming! Please start queuing, and love your ride! Ding Dong!”
It was a new song played when the trains came in at each MRT station. Andy had always thought it sounded a little pornographic. He wondered if that would happen in Europe—blasting a fairly childish-sounding and annoying jingle to travelers—because the people in charge would be more concerned with the quality of the transport service itself. The train stations here featured all sorts of “lifestyle”-related material: Buy This! Buy That! Buy This Tomorrow! And Buy This Next Week! 90% of the overhead banners and posters in the train system displayed advertisements and junk, displaying useful/clear information perhaps 10% of the time.
Andy gave his reflection in the darkened train window a quick look-over, before alighting. It was the first time his sister was flying in from Switzerland to visit him in Singapore. The two countries were 6,000 miles / 10,000 kilometers apart.
He thought back, over the past year or so that he had been stationed in this city-state. He wondered if Christina would be any different as an 18-year-old. It was just a year older than 17.
It seemed so long ago, since he had been 18, though technically, he hadn’t even hit his mid-twenties yet. He still had a year to go, before he turned 25.
He’d gotten a good job, straight out of university. Singapore was a small but economically powerful country that welcomed foreigners with open arms, and Andy thought he’d enjoy living in a different place for a while. He loved the sweltering heat, humidity, and the vibrant nightlife scene.
Just got here, he text-messaged Christina, who had just celebrated her birthday two weeks ago. She was coming over to stay for three weeks, before meeting a pen-pal from Malaysia, and traveling around Asia for a few months thereafter.
When he’d first gotten here, he’d been a little self-conscious of his height. He towered over many of the locals. But he now enjoyed the advantages of being tall. He surveyed the scene, looking at all the young couples swarming the train station at the hour, 9 p.m. He wondered how many of them were going at it like rabbits behind the privacy of closed doors. Or maybe in broad daylight?
A couple walked by, the doe-eyed girl gazing up into the
From the moment Andy had boarded, the woman had been sitting on the lap of the man, who was touching and stroking her skin all over. The man even serenaded her at one point, while gently kissing/sucking on one of the lobes of her ears.
He knew they were a couple from mainland China, from the way they spoke Mandarin with a thick accent. The couple treated everyone else as if they were invisible.
A few disgusted commuters rolled their eyes at the couple. Others, too caught up in their own PDAs, didn’t even notice. A lanky girl shifted her body slightly towards the oblivious couple, holding her cell phone up. Perhaps she wanted some proof of evidence of the “public display of affection” she’d witnessed, when gossiping about it to her friends later.
Since it was hard to ignore their behavior, Andy didn’t fight any resistance, and watched the free show. He caught a sneak peek of the woman’s hot pink, lacy underwear. He thought she’d moaned a few times, rocking her pelvis. Or was that the movement from the train carriage?
Andy straightened his shirt collar once the couple stood up, and prepared to get off the MRT train, tuning out the voiceover which reminded passengers to “mind their step,” before the doors finally opened, after the fast train had come to a stop.
He knew the little jingle that had been playing to commuters, who were waiting at the station’s platform outside.
“ Train is coming, train is coming! Please start queuing, and love your ride! Ding Dong!”
It was a new song played when the trains came in at each MRT station. Andy had always thought it sounded a little pornographic. He wondered if that would happen in Europe—blasting a fairly childish-sounding and annoying jingle to travelers—because the people in charge would be more concerned with the quality of the transport service itself. The train stations here featured all sorts of “lifestyle”-related material: Buy This! Buy That! Buy This Tomorrow! And Buy This Next Week! 90% of the overhead banners and posters in the train system displayed advertisements and junk, displaying useful/clear information perhaps 10% of the time.
Andy gave his reflection in the darkened train window a quick look-over, before alighting. It was the first time his sister was flying in from Switzerland to visit him in Singapore. The two countries were 6,000 miles / 10,000 kilometers apart.
He thought back, over the past year or so that he had been stationed in this city-state. He wondered if Christina would be any different as an 18-year-old. It was just a year older than 17.
It seemed so long ago, since he had been 18, though technically, he hadn’t even hit his mid-twenties yet. He still had a year to go, before he turned 25.
He’d gotten a good job, straight out of university. Singapore was a small but economically powerful country that welcomed foreigners with open arms, and Andy thought he’d enjoy living in a different place for a while. He loved the sweltering heat, humidity, and the vibrant nightlife scene.
Just got here, he text-messaged Christina, who had just celebrated her birthday two weeks ago. She was coming over to stay for three weeks, before meeting a pen-pal from Malaysia, and traveling around Asia for a few months thereafter.
When he’d first gotten here, he’d been a little self-conscious of his height. He towered over many of the locals. But he now enjoyed the advantages of being tall. He surveyed the scene, looking at all the young couples swarming the train station at the hour, 9 p.m. He wondered how many of them were going at it like rabbits behind the privacy of closed doors. Or maybe in broad daylight?
A couple walked by, the doe-eyed girl gazing up into the
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