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The urban hum of the bus was a dull thrum against Jane's thigh, a deceptive lullaby that masked the storm brewing within. Her gaze snagged on Alexis, a man carved from shadow and sharp angles, his rough-hewn masculinity an affront to the mundane commute. Tattoos snaked up his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his worn leather jacket, hinting at a life lived on the fringes, raw and unpolished. A shiver, not of fear but of primal recognition, traced a path down her spine. The air between them thickened, charged with an unspoken current, a silent challenge that ignited a dangerous…mehr

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The urban hum of the bus was a dull thrum against Jane's thigh, a deceptive lullaby that masked the storm brewing within. Her gaze snagged on Alexis, a man carved from shadow and sharp angles, his rough-hewn masculinity an affront to the mundane commute. Tattoos snaked up his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his worn leather jacket, hinting at a life lived on the fringes, raw and unpolished. A shiver, not of fear but of primal recognition, traced a path down her spine. The air between them thickened, charged with an unspoken current, a silent challenge that ignited a dangerous curiosity within her.

He watched her, an unblinking intensity in his eyes that stripped away her defenses, laying bare desires she hadn't dared to acknowledge. The bus lurched, throwing her subtly closer, and the scent of him-leather, sweat, and something uniquely feral-invaded her senses, a potent aphrodisiac. Her breath hitched. The mundane world outside the window blurred, receding into an irrelevant backdrop as their private universe constricted, pulling them into its vortex. This wasn't about polite glances or fleeting smiles; this was about the visceral, untamed pull of two bodies meant to collide.

His hand, calloused and strong, brushed against her knee, a spark igniting a wildfire beneath her skin. The touch was accidental, yet deliberate, an invitation whispered without words. A silent assent passed between them, a shared understanding that this journey would not end at a bus stop. As the evening commute wore on, a dangerous game of proximity began. His leg pressed against hers, the friction a low hum of anticipation. Her core tightened, a deep ache blossoming, yearning for the brutal honesty of his touch. Every subtle shift of his weight, every glance that burned through the thin fabric of her dress, was a caress more potent than any hand. The public setting, the oblivious faces around them, only amplified the exquisite transgression, making the forbidden even more intoxicating.

The discreet undulations of the bus became a rhythm, a primal pulse that echoed the frantic beat of her own heart. His fingers, now daringly, found the hem of her skirt, a tentative exploration that sent liquid fire coursing through her veins. Her breath was shallow, her lips parted slightly, a silent invitation to the storm. The world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the rising tide of their mutual desire. The rhythmic sway of the vehicle, the anonymous faces of fellow passengers, merely served as a canvas for their escalating, illicit intimacy. His thumb, rough and insistent, traced the delicate lace of her panties, a shocking caress that stole her breath. A low moan escaped her, lost in the diesel roar.

Then, with a boldness that left her trembling, his hand slid beneath the fabric, finding the heat, the wetness, the undeniable hunger that pooled between her thighs. Her body arched involuntarily, a silent plea for more, for everything. He moved closer, pressing his hardened erection against her, a brazen declaration of intent. The soft rasp of denim against denim was a maddening prelude, a promise of raw, unbridled passion. The boundaries blurred, dissolved by the sheer force of their unspoken pact. The air crackled with a forbidden energy, the bus vibrating not just with engine power, but with the potent, escalating tension of two souls hurtling towards an irreversible collision.


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I have always loved writing so this is s good opportunity for me to finally do something I like.I have been writing short stories for a few years now but it was always more for fun than for money. I am now taking my writing more seriously and will be writing longer stories. People seem to like my wham bam thank you ma'am type of writing but I feel I can reach a wider audience. I am in the process of going over submitted stories and proof reading them again. I have just published my first paperback which is a collection of some of stories I have written. I plan on doing a part 2 but at the moment I'm writing my first "Novel," I hate that because I think it sounds so pretentious. If you like my stories please support this struggling author and purchase a few more, every little helps :-)

Please note: Other authors published by me are independent and my work should not be associated with their work.

Thanks for reading and thanks for supporting me.

Katie