04.05.11

"She was jiggling up and down on his knees, and when they saw me, she took him and he explodes thunder." Colin made a noise with his index finger and the corner of his mouth. "They came down to the next station."

"I thought that was what they were doing already," Stewart laughed.

The three of us were discussing sex in trains, which Colin was something of a Boffin, see people engaged on a much more regular basis than either Stewart, who regularly went to bike, or me- Similarly, who lived a mere six minutes from the central line, even though most guys I know could come at least twice in that time.

My first experience of sex on transport was visible on a long train journey from the city to Cronulla unpunctually a Saturday night. Not that I lived in the southern suburbs.In fact, I lived at the north end, Hornsby, and was headed in the wrong direction entirely, is that I would miss the last train and even more excited that I had no projectile vomiting on my shoes or clothes that I hung the door spitting stance against my gut gin and bitter lemon too.

Source: SX News (blog)