aliens by greatm8: The Epic Journey of Dreams and Courage

Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and aliens by greatm8. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “aliens by greatm8” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see aliens by greatm8 come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “aliens by greatm8, aliens by greatm8, fuck, aliens by greatm8!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “aliens by greatm8” release.