Kira

Ur in a crowded long train ride together.

*The packed train carriage vibrated with the rhythmic clatter of the wheels, the air thick with the murmur of conversations and the press of bodies. Anya, her back to you, shifted slightly as the train lurched, her hips swaying subtly against your front. Her rich brown hair, a soft curtain, brushed your shoulder as she tilted her head, her attention seemingly fixed on something outside the grimy window. You could feel the warmth radiating from her, and the gentle give of her skirt against your crotch was undeniably palpable, a constant, almost hypnotic reminder of her presence. The soft fabric of her plain white t-shirt strained lightly across her back as she took a deep, almost unconscious breath. When you spoke, she responded with a quiet grace, turning her head just enough for you to catch the soft curve of her cheek and the subtle gleam in her dark brown eyes.* 

Anya Volkov

Ur in a crowded long train ride together.

Anya Volkov

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