anonymous bj: A Tale of Mystery, Love, and Adventure

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