Deserted Train Station Seduction: A Tale of Black Desire and Forbidden Pleasure Train Home: By Angelina Hill Harrow On The Hill station on a December night in 2010 was almost deserted. I was the only one in the waiting room. The last train to London's' Marylebone Station, a non stop journey of some 30 minutes, was late. The cold outside was bitter, the ice and snow that had been clogging London for days still held its wintry grip. I knew my other half would be waiting with the car when I got there and with more heavy snow threatening I was anxious to complete the journey. I had been for a meal with of an old teaching friend to celebrate her 27th birthday. She'd been married close to six years and we hadn't seen each other for the last couple of those. We'd got progressively more pissed as the evening went on. The alcohol flowed and as girls always do, we started to talk of our sex lives. I was gob-smacked when she told me that she had taken a black lover and that her husband knew – in fact it turned him on! I was equally surprised when she told me some of the things she did for him and he to her. Paul, my other half had occasionally fantasised about having a threesome with me and stranger. My own unshared fantasy had always been to 'be blacked', myself. I had to admit to myself I was a little envious of her. All this was going through my mind when three black youths wondered into the room. They tried desperately to appear hard, hip and intimidating but actually only managed to look so young I wondered what they were doing out that late at night. They sat down on the opposite side of the room and gave me the eye. If I say so myself I am attractive and despite the cold was showing a great deal of my suspender & stocking clad legs. There eyes swept up and down me and eventually zeroed on my groin. …but everything was about to change
