Sensual Stories: both side slit dress

Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and both side slit dress. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “both side slit dress” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see both side slit dress come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “both side slit dress, both side slit dress, fuck, both side slit dress!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “both side slit dress” release.