Rail Ride: My Unseen Masturbation

The subway car is a symphony of bodies moving in sync, and I, the conductor, orchestrating my own pleasure. I stroke my length slowly, feeling the fabric of my pants against my sensitive skin. The air is cool, but my body is warm, my heart pounding in time with the train's movements. I steal glances at the passengers, wondering if they notice the bulge in my pants, the slight flush in my cheeks. Each station brings a new rush of people, their bodies brushing against mine, their gazes brushing past me, oblivious to my secret. My orgasm builds slowly, like the train gaining speed, until I'm left breathless and spent, another stop on my journey of public indulgence.

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