Monocle’s old Nightmares and Visions were numbered from 1-100. About a dozen are reposted on this blog, some of them – mostly nightmares – behind the Obsidian Lens, some of them – the visions – publicly posted. With the demise of the press that published the collection as a book, and the apparent loss of ASSTR, the N&V collection as a whole has been offline for quite some time. I’m not sure if that will be remedied any time soon, but for now, I have more. I don’t know if I have 100 more, but I’m going to start numbering these new ones at 101, and this one is a Vision and thus public. And this particular one has a follow up you’ll see shortly from the one and only RedBud. -M
Sometimes I imagine, as I’m walking down the street, some random guy – like that one that just passed me on the sidewalk, turning, grabbing me and bending me over, flipping my skirt up and panties down or to the side, pulling his hard cock out and plunging it in without word or warning. I figured it could take about five seconds to go from pedestrian to pussy-stuffed-full-of-cock in the middle of the city – if I were wet already. Maybe less if I wasn’t wearing panties.
If he was really horny – as horny as I am when I think like this – I bet he could cum quickly, too. I bet less than a minute of frantic rough fucking. He would know time was of the essence. Maybe less than a minute, before we’d be off walking our own ways again, him zipping up, Me straightening my skirt. His cum soaking into my panties or dribbling down my thigh.
And… I know some of the men who pass me on the street every day are thinking something similar. Even if it’s one in a thousand or less. I pass many times that from my apartment to the subway station to work and back, easily, every week. Every week, I know somebody is thinking of grabbing and fucking me right there as I pass them. If only there was some secret way to signal each other. And of not getting arrested…