Mind Tricks

I wait with my girlfriend at the train station. We ride the trains together every morning. Until recently I enjoyed seeing her bright and cheery face. She became a great way to start the day. That’s all changed now. In one moment everything changed. It’s funny how that happens. You think you know yourself. You think you’ve got it all figured out. Then something totally unexpected happens. Altering your perceptions, challenging your beliefs. It’s both disconcerting and exhilarating. What once turned you on suddenly makes you sick. What once touched your heart now lies abandoned in the gutter.

About two weeks ago I noticed a woman waiting on the platform. A new face in the crowd. I would have remembered seeing her. Taking the trains every day for the last five years, well, you get to know the people around you. Who takes what train and with whom, what type of clothing they wear, what they read, and sometimes, if you’re clever enough, who they fantasize about. Like the other day for instance, a young teenaged girl was sitting across from this man, who I classify as “a looker”. Not that I spend my time eyeing other men, but I know what type of man does it for a woman and what type simply does not. I know the types that try to hard and the ones, like this particular man, who didn’t need to try. He was one of the lucky ones, to be born attractive and never have to worry. Anyway, this young girl couldn’t have been more than fourteen or so. I noticed the way she looked at this man, the way her cheeks blushed when he smiled at her. I also noticed the not so innocent gesture made on this girl’s part, when she nonchalantly uncrossed her legs and raised up her very short skirt exposing the pink triangle of her underwear. The man couldn’t help but notice and from the expression on his face, he liked what he was seeing. However, the woman sitting next to him, probably a girlfriend noticed what was going on and literally grabbed him out of his seat. They disappeared into the crowd of people at the other end of the train car.

I could hear her screaming, “What are you a pervert of something.” I looked back at the girl, now sitting with her legs crossed. She had a delicious look of satisfaction on her face. She’ll grow up to be some home wrecker, I could tell. Now you might be wondering what I was doing looking at this pretty young thing, barely out of a training bra. Simply put, I’m a horny bastard. Show me a nice pair of tits any day of the week and that’s really all I need to get me going. I’m that superficial. Always have been and probably always will be. Until the day I saw her.

She was the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on. I know that sounds like a cliché but it’s true. When she glanced my way I felt her eyes reach deep down inside me, grabbing hold of my soul. It stunned me, to say the least. No woman has ever looked at me quite that way before. This woman, this beautiful stranger, makes me think dirty thoughts. She has turned me into a masturbating junkie. It started the first day I saw her. Every night I anxiously wait for my girlfriend to fall asleep so my masturbating frenzies can begin. I jerk off right in our bed and she never is the wiser.

Whenever I see this enchanting beauty I make sure to sit directly across from her. Wearing mirrored sunglasses to conceal my eyes, I spend the half hour or so staring at her. With her in my sight, my mind wanders to all those tasty dark places. Until the train car fills up I spend my time undressing her in my twisted mind, thinking nothing but nasty thoughts. I fuck and suck her in all the right places. The touch of her skin and the taste of her darkness get my juices flowing. I’ve wanted to sit next to her but don’t trust myself. Being that close to where we would touch, to where I could smell her. I get hard just thinking about it. My girlfriend is always immersed in some Harlequin tacky romance novel and is completely clueless.

I remember one morning in particular because my girlfriend wasn’t with me. She had to take an earlier train. I was thrilled to be by myself for a change. I felt like a kid again, who just found his dad’s Playboy and saw a pair of real tits for the first time. This glorious morning was now filled with endless possibilities. Perhaps I’d flirt a little, or maybe, if I got up the nerve, strike up a conversation with this woman who makes my insides quake. Standing on the platform, the rush of cold air burned my face. I saw the train approaching and considered not getting on but it was so damned cold. Frustrated, I dragged my feet and went inside. As usual the train was pretty empty. The little spurts of heat felt good. I sat down and let out a sigh of defeat. The doors were just about to close when someone ran in. It was her. What incredible luck. My whole body responded to her presence. Sweaty palms, racing heart, and a slightly queasy stomach. I could barely look at her, yet couldn’t look away. She sat down directly across from me. I could feel her eyes on me. I felt my dick get hard. She noticed and flirtatiously smiled.

When she caught me staring our eyes met and became locked in an unbreakable stare. I could not turn away. The fierce intensity of the moment turned my insides out. The desire swelling inside surpassed anything I ever felt before. At that very moment I fell helplessly in lust with her. When she licked her lips I sucked in my breath. She was playing with me. My dick felt like it would explode. Before turning away she smiled and I barely managed a smile back. When she got off the train I felt deserted. I actually missed her. I blamed myself for being such a coward. I had my chance and blew it.

Then a thought occurred to me. Crazy I’ll admit it but a thought nonetheless. I thought of following her. I could find out where she works and wait for her one night. Wearing black as sort of a camouflage, I would lurk in the shadows, staying close, but not too close. When I felt it was safe, when the darkness was on my side, I would come up from behind her and—.

The conductor interrupted my sweet fantasy. I cursed him under my breath. I planned to revisit this homemade encounter later in my bed. Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead. I couldn’t believe how hot and bothered I was. As soon as I got to work I quickly locked my office door and jerked off. Something I never did before. I simply couldn’t help myself. I was so aroused. I was slowly losing all control. As the days passed the wanting turned into a desperate need. I can’t even fuck my girlfriend without thinking about this nameless beauty. I guess you can say I’m pretty obsessed.

I’m snapped back to the present when the rumbling of the oncoming train distracts my sweet reverie. I’m actually thankful she isn’t here today. I’m in a pissy mood. I fall asleep, almost forgetting my girlfriend is with me until she wakes me up with a goodbye kiss. I swear I almost gagged. Work proves to be quite uneventful. Meeting after boring meeting. My mind is somewhere else. Dirty thoughts help pass the time. I can’t get her out of my head. I’m baffled by how much power this woman has over me. And to think, we’ve never even had a conversation. Heading home I start constructing a plan of attack. I want to meet her. I want to fuck her. God, I want to devour her. I need to figure out how to make this all happen.

I need to get my girlfriend out of the picture. I could kill her. I laughed out loud. That would certainly do the trick. I might be a little twisted, but I’m not that twisted.

When I arrive at the subway station I reluctantly wait by the first set of stairs for my ever-so-punctual girlfriend. Packs of people pour out of the staircase like rats and find their places on the platform. They look more like mechanical robots than human beings. They, like me, probably do the same damn thing day in and day out. We could do it with our eyes closed if we had to. How utterly boring. I finally spot my girlfriend at the bottom of the stairs and my heart almost stops. Right next to her stands the woman who has been haunting my dreams for weeks. I feel dizzy and my heart pounds wildly in my chest. As if in slow motion I watch transfixed as these two women walk up the stairs.

These two women were literally like night and day. Let me first describe my girlfriend, whom I now realize is not my type in the slightest. I can’t even remember what attracted me to her in the first place. Her unkempt stringy bleached blonde hair falls lifelessly around her shoulders. Black eyeliner against pale skin – the walking dead looks better. She has thin lips and a crooked nose. Her petite and rather shapeless body leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. On the plus side she does have a pretty smile and perfectly straight white teeth. That’s about all she has going for her. How in the world did I end up with her? It boggles my mind. Oh, and did I mention her barely B cup chest? How did I ever end up with her? Could I have been that desperate?

Then there’s the nameless beauty. Tall, with a very curvaceous and supple body. The tight low-cut shirt she wore revealed a fabulous set of tits. C cups if I had to guess. The above-the-knee skirt she wore reveals nice long and slender legs. Legs I’d love to have wrapped around me. Her long dark hair shines. Countless times I’ve imagined running my hands through her silky hair and having it fall around me like rain. It always smells so nice. Lavender I think. I’d like to bury my head in the nape of her neck and breathe in deep. Her face is flawless and natural. Not an ounce of make-up except for an occasional splash of lipstick. Always a dark shade. Today it’s dark scarlet. Her face is normally hidden in the folds of her hair but on a day like today, it’s held back allowing me to see all of her. She usually wears sunglasses. In fact, the only time I got to see her eyes was when we shared that glorious moment. But now, without shades her eyes shine like melted emeralds.

This woman whose name I don’t know affects me so, and I don’t just mean sexually. She has a very enigmatic and powerful presence. There's an aura around her that is both alluring and magical. I masturbate to her loveliness at least twice a day. When I fuck my girlfriend I play a mind trick. It’s no longer my girlfriend I see but her. Always her. How long can I go on playing these games? She is the drug I’ve become addicted to but it’s only in my mind. How unfair.

So here I stand watching these two completely different women walk towards me. As they come closer I do a double take as my girlfriend passes me by without saying a word. I think back to the morning, trying to remember if we had a fight or something. Suddenly this woman who has been unknowingly torturing me for weeks walks right up to me and greets me with the most amazing sensual kiss. The skin on skin contact awakens my senses. A warm tingly sensation courses through my body. I feel weak at the knees as my entire body eagerly responds to this unexpected treat.

She whispers in my ear, "I want you to fuck me - right here, right now." I can feel her hot breath on my skin. Before I can speak she’s kissing me again, her tongue moves inside my mouth, shocking my body with spikes of pleasure. The closeness is irresistible. Instead of trying to figure out how any of this is remotely possible I give into her demands with reckless abandonment. The object of my obsessive desire is asking me to fuck her and I’m going to do just that.

I reach down and pull up her long black dress until my hand is touching her skin. She devours me with kisses. Deep and intimate. She sucks on my lower lip and runs her tongue over my gums. She’s not wearing any panties. Grabbing her tight little ass I squeeze hard, pulling her even closer to where my rock solid cock is pressing against her. My other hand goes directly to her velvety darkness. I begin examining the wet silky folds of her sweet pussy. She whispers in my ear, “I like it rough.” Music to any man’s ears. I push four hungry fingers inside her. She holds onto my shoulders, riding my fingers like a skilled race-horse jockey. Panting and moaning. Breathless and beautiful.

I can feel her from the inside, muscles tightening in convulsing spasms. She comes, like haunting music, throwing her head back in a wild display of passion. Her face is flushed as tiny beads of sweat outline her forehead. For a moment I turn away and look around. I expect to see a crowd of people huddling around us gasping in awe, disgust, or even delight, as we fuck our brains out right in the middle of the platform. But there’s no one. Everyone is going about his or her own business as if we aren’t there at all. I’m perplexed by this lack of attention. The thought of being watched is one of my most unexplored fantasies. Then I see my girlfriend in the distance wearing a sinister smile. She walks right up to us and becomes our audience.

Let her watch, I muse. Maybe she’ll learn something. Back to the breathless beauty in my arms. My hand is still inside her all warm and sticky. I linger there for another moment, thrusting into her one last time and then pull out. Her blouse is open exposing perfect breasts. I was right about the C cup. I pinch and suck on her exquisitely dark nipples. When she looks at me her eyes capture my heart once again. Her face is flushed. Her skin is hot to the touch. She’s burning up and so am I. Mounting lust drips from her bright green eyes, beckoning me. She looks down at my throbbing dick and neither one of us can wait any longer.

Leaning against a nearby wall I quickly unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. My cock pops out like a Jack-In-The Box, hard and ready for action. She slips the tie off my neck and rips open my shirt. I can hear the buttons fall to the floor. There were no more words. No more hesitation. Just desperate hands all over each other. Pulling her close I feel her breasts rub against my bare chest. I push myself deep inside her and we both let out a cry. She holds onto my shoulders as her feet press against the opposite wall for support. I again grab hold of her tight little ass with both hands and pound myself into her deliciously slippery pussy. We fuck like strangers. Pure and raw. Like two animals in heat. I watch her breasts bouncing up and down as I deliver each forceful thrust. Lost in the throws of passion her hair becomes untied and it spills around her like the darkness. Gasping, I am helplessly under her spell - lost in lust. I’m about to explode.

I hear her screaming “Fuck me deeper. Harder. Faster.” The music we make together sends us both into a state of orgasmic bliss. We move together in perfect unanimity.

The sound of my girlfriend’s squeaky voice stops the mind-blowing fantasy. The woman, with whom I just had incredible sex with, passes me by, like strangers often do. I look down at my shirt and notice the buttons are missing. The woman stops for a moment, turns around and smiles.