Train Stranger: My First Anal in a Night Train Compartment, 1995
August 1995. Train compartment, Toulouse to Bordeaux. Night fallen. I’m 24, alone, heart pounding from boredom and longing. Door slides open. She enters. Mid-40s, maybe 50. Not a stunner, but sensual as hell. White blouse, buttons teasing cleavage. Light skirt above knees. ‘Bonsoir.’ Her smile hooks me. She sits opposite. Legs cross slow. Skirt rides…