Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 2
Julie didn’t dare look up at the man whose hand was pressing into the small of her back; she heeded his warning. Her gaze stayed forward, her forced march guided only by how his fingers threatened to grip into her. Maybe it was the post-orgasmic haze she was in that carried her up the steps out of the subway system—he had touched her, fingerfucked her, to the sort of climax her body hadn’t heretofore known was possible. So she climbed, feeling this strange man’s claim to her. As their feet transferred from gum-stained subway steps to concrete streets, Julie’s eyes peered around. She’d never been this far out on the subway before, she didn’t recognize anything. The low, dense skyline formed by the buildings obscured any view of her more familiar parts of the city. …