Angela:
The train glided along the tracks, the rhythmic clacking of the wheels creating a seductive beat that seemed to pulsate through the entire carriage.
It was late at night, and the train was nearly empty, saved for a lone couple locked in an intense embrace.

The man, named Angelo was tall and muscular with a deep brown complexion that seemed to shimmer in the dim, flickering lights of the train.
His hands moved across my body with an expert ease, exploring every curve and crevice with undeniable hunger.

I, on the other hand, was petite and delicate with smooth, caramel skin and long, dark hair cascading down my back in wild curls.
My dress was a vibrant yellow that seemed to glow in the darkness, clinging to my body like a second skin, emphasizing my ample...