Derailed

I am the last remaining passenger on this train; I get off at the
last stop half-way up the mountain. My reflection smiles wickedly as I
throw caution out the slightly open window.

It was this spot, in this car where I lost my virginity to Gohan in
this seat, this car; just the thought makes me hot. Too bad he broke up
with me.

He left for some who wouldn't need a senzu after sex. I'm done with men.

The speed of the train increases as we go down a steep incline
before my destination some distance ahead. Putting all other thoughts
aside, I finish what I started.

Grinding into the cylindrical armrest, I peel the rest of my clothes off, kissing my reflection. I am my own lover.

Ah!

The handle slipped inside me. I love this train. The seat and metal guides cool me off in balance to the rapid pace I set.

Oh!

The conductor is stroking himself as he watches me through his
little cabin window. I feel powerful, immortal. I rub my breasts
against the handle in front of me.

Ooh!

I'm almost there! Faster I move to reach the edge of sanity. The
train jolts, sparks fly around me as my head hits the glass. Ruby drops
of joy cause my senses to explode. I've never come so hard in my life.

As the world around me turns up-side down, I continue on my quest
for new new height's of pleasure, riding out wave after wave of ecstasy
shatters my expectations as shards of glass float suspended before the
darkness, the train rolling down the cliff, into the depths of hell.

My focus stays on my duplicate while my metal mate is now deeper in me than any man has ever been.  The light fades.

Love is cold.