Rail Rider 7

Description

The rhythm of the train—steady, pulsing—feels almost like a heartbeat, intimate and insistent. Each turn of the wheels sends a soft vibration through the carriage, a gentle rocking that stirs something low, something warm, deep inside me. My hand moves, slowly at first, tracing the outline of my body beneath the fabric, letting my own warmth answer the call the train has been whispering since the journey began. The motion syncs with the clatter of the tracks—faster, deeper, more insistent. Each curve in the rail, each soft jolt, becomes a touch I can feel from within. Eyes closed, lips parted, I melt into the seat, into the rhythm, into myself. The world fades. There’s only sensation now: the scent of anticipation, the electric tremble of pleasure building like a storm just beneath the surface. I surrender to it—completely.