She skipped school to lose her virginity on the old train tracks.
He’d brought a pillow and blanket for her comfort. They undressed together—her cotton panties tickling her skin as she dragged them down her thighs. He kept his shirt on.
He laid her down and positioned himself on top of her, holding the rail on either side. He kissed her passionately to distract her as he pushed between her legs. She winced at the sharp pinch inside her.
They moved together—the rhythm of a locomotive. She chooed in delirium, and a passing, stray dog howled with her.
word count: 100
—Nortina
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Nice little surprise since every FF I’ve read today has been tragic.
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Unexpected and poetic, very nice!
Tay.
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Hot stuff. Whoo-whoo.
Right on track.
I just hope they checked the train schedule first. it could be one hell of a climax.
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Hahaha! That would be an unfortunate experience!
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Nice one.
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I like the way you tied the experience to the train and the tracks.
janet
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Lovely. I wish my first experience had been that romantic!
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Good for them. A lovely experience. The way it should be. Toot toot.
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