The woman’s thighs were heavy and wet.
She was slick with arousal and had grown used to changing her panties often and daily. As she boarded the train she felt moisture move between legs.
Settling into a window seat, the woman watched her reflection flicker with the train car’s fluorescent lights. The car was half empty and smelled of her musty lilac scent. In haste she’d forgotten pads. Screw it, she thought. Tonight I’ll bleed freely. Her jeans turned maroon as the air moved around her in strange hormonal waves. She was grateful there were ...
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