My Wild Train Journey Ch 02

Author's Note

If you haven't read

Chapter 1

of

My Wild Train Journey

, do that first--because this isn't where Divya's story begins. This is where it slips, spreads, and spirals. Part 2 only hits if you've felt the tease, the denial, the dirty promise she made before boarding that train. What follows is deeper, filthier, and far more dangerous. No spoilers--but if you thought the first part made you hard, wet, or aching... this one won't just finish the job--it'll fuck your mind raw.

Before we dive in--let me show you the red dress.

Two flimsy straps barely cling to her shoulders, trying to hold up a pair of 38DD tits that clearly weren't meant to be caged. The cleavage isn't just deep--it's reckless. Only the soft flesh below her nipples is covered; the rest is out there, bouncing, jiggling, daring someone to blink. One step too fast and a swollen areola will slip free. Sideboob? Full display. From the front, from the sides--her tits look like they're begging to fall out. The hem ends just three inches below her ass, tight enough to hug every curve, loose enough to ride up with every step. Her thick, slutty thighs are fully out--on display, on purpose--every inch of skin between her waist and her knees begging to be stared at. Bend even slightly, and anyone behind gets a perfect view of her thong-clad soft, shameless ass. This isn't a dress--it's a warning. It covers less than her sluttiest bikini, and if she wore this on a Goa beach, she'd still turn everyone's heads. But she didn't wear it for the beach. She wore it to a crowded train. On purpose. Because Divya isn't careless. She's filthy. And that dress? It's not a mistake. It's a fucking message.

This part starts

exactly

where Part 1 ended--so if you're foggy, read the last few lines again. I write slow-burn filth on purpose--because Divya's mind matters as much as her dripping cunt. Her journey isn't just bold--it's breaking her open from the inside out. And this series? It's heading somewhere wild. Sluttier. Unforgivable. A place where even her darkest fantasies will beg for mercy. Because they're mine too. And trust me--I don't stop at just cum, shame, or gangbangs. I drag her through the filth till she forgets what innocence even tasted like.

Harsh

(watching her quietly, voice steady) You exposed more with your mouth than you did with your body today.

Divya

What do you mean?

Harsh

(gentle but firm) You think that cum walk was the reveal? No. It was everything you said after.

Divya

I--I didn't mean to--

Harsh

(soft but piercing) You said you were never meant to be hidden. You said let them watch, let them burn. You said strangers can meet you in Coach B5. That's not arousal talking. That's truth breaking loose.

Divya

I don't usually talk like that... I don't even know where it came from. Please forgive me, Harsh. I didn't mean any of the things I said.

(she suddenly crosses her arms over her chest, also pulling the dress fabric tighter to hide her cleavage, then tugs the hem down nervously, afraid she might flash the thong clad ass to someone sitting in bench behind her

)

Divya

What the fuck did I just do?

Harsh

Sit down. You're shaking.

Divya

(sits reluctantly)

Harsh

(pulls a cold bottle from his bag and offers it) Drink. You need to cool down.

Divya

...thanks.

Harsh

We need to talk.

Divya

About what? I already said too much.

Harsh

No. You finally said something real. And now you don't get to hide from it.

Divya

I don't want to do this right now.

Harsh

You don't have to perform. Or defend. Just listen for a second.

I'm doing my master's in psychology. I've trained to read faces, posture, tone, behavior. Micro-reactions, breathing patterns. And Divya... I've been reading you from the moment you walked in. You weren't hiding from me. You were leaking through your every move. And now, after everything you've done--and everything you said--it's impossible to lie to me.

So if we're going to talk... you talk to me like the Divya who just admitted she liked being watched. The one who walked out glazed in cum and called it power.

Drop the mask. Just talk. Raw. Like you were a few seconds ago.

Divya

(quiet, still holding the water bottle tight) I don't know who that woman was, Harsh. It didn't feel like me... not the me people has seen till today

Harsh

(watching her, silent)

Divya

I've always controlled it. Every look, every touch, every near-slip. Even when I fucked up, I made sure no one ever knew.

(voice hardens slightly) What happened today... I've never let it go that far. Never let the world see me like that.

(swallows, gaze drops) And then I walked out with cum still on my face. Like I wanted to be caught. And then I started talking like... like,,,,

Harsh

(quietly) Like yourself.

Divya (whispers) I didn't feel powerful, Harsh. I felt exposed. Like I slipped--and everyone saw. Like I'd torn the safety net and just kept falling. No pride. No control. Just shame.

(looks up slowly) And you just stood there. You didn't say anything. You didn't stop me.

(voice cracks) You made me feel seen.

Too seen.

Harsh

(gently) And you hated that?

Divya

(suddenly cold) I didn't just hate being seen, Harsh. I hated every second after. Every whisper, every stare, every fucking drop I let stay on my face--I hated it.

Divya

(voice rising) And I hated

you

for standing there. Watching me. Letting me walk out like that.

Divya

I was dripping wet from back-to-back blowjobs. Still tasting one. Still glazed by the other.

And you just watched--like I was some fucking science project.

You didn't protect me, Harsh. You

provoked

me.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

You studied weakness--how I short-circuit when I'm horny

And you used that. Not to stop me. Not to help me.

You used it to see how far I'd go. How deep I'd drown myself in filth just because you rewired my fucking brain..

You're not my savior, Harsh. You're the one who lit the match and smiled while I burned.

Divya

I'd just been on my knees in a half-built toilet, throat fucked by two boys I didn't even anything other than there names. I swallowed one of them and let the other coat my face like I was his personal cumrag. I was still tasting it when I came out, Harsh. Still breathing hard, thighs soaked, my body trembling from the high.And instead of helping me come back to reality... you just stood there. You let me march out like I wanted to be their cum-doll.

Divya

(pointing at him) You used it, Harsh. You knew I was horny as hell. Knees still shaking. Brain fogged from the orgasm

Divya

And that's when you chose to start

digging into me?

You didn't help. You didn't ground me. You lit a fucking fire under me.

Divya

You're doing your master's in psychology? Then maybe you should know what

not

to do. You're supposed to help people heal--not push them deeper into shame. Not push them into things they didn't want to admit.

Harsh

(voice calm, unapologetic). Wasn't this already your fantasy, Divya? The cum on your face, the stares, the shame?

Divya

No. It wasn't.

Harsh

(tilting his head) You sure? Because I know how to read a lying face--and yours is screaming.

Divya

(angrily) It's not about fantasy, Harsh! It's about

ethics.

It's about morals--lines that shouldn't be crossed even if they're tempting.

Divya

(voice rising) And because of

your

low moral compass, I ended up acting like some characterless slut.

Harsh

(deadpan) No, Divya. I didn't drag you anywhere. I just stopped you from hiding what you already were. You had this fantasy long before today. I didn't put it in your head--I just helped you put a checkmark next to it.

Divya

That's not true.

Harsh

(presses in) You said it yourself--you felt powerful. You said you liked it. You stared people down with cum still on your face and said

let them burn

.

Harsh

So stop pretending this wasn't a box you've been dying to tick.

Divya

(quiet, shaking her head) No... it wasn't like that.

Harsh

(voice firmer now) Then why did it feel right when it happened? Why did you look proud when you walked out? There was the biggest smile on your face, Divya. You walked through that waiting room with cum on your cheeks and a glow like you'd just won something. You weren't ashamed--you were smirking straight at people's faces. Hell, you smiled wider in that moment more than when I saw you kneeling in front of us, mouth open, eyes up, swallowing Gaurav's cum like you were starved.

Divya

(soft) Because I lost control. Because I was--

Harsh

(cuts in) Because it turned you on. And because you'd imagined it.

Over and over.

Divya

(voice breaking) Stop...

Harsh

Admit it.

Divya

It's not that simple--

Harsh

It

is

.

This wasn't some reckless accident.

This was a door you've been eyeing for years. You just needed someone to

unlock

it.

You needed an excuse. A trigger..

Divya

(finally breaking, eyes tearing)...Fine.

(pause)

It was a fantasy. Since college.

Divya

(voice barely audible) The public walk. The mess. The shame. The eyes. All of it. I just never thought I'd actually... do it.

Harsh

(cold now, steady) So after everything--after living your fantasy down to the last filthy detail--you still tried to make

me

the villain?

Harsh

You stood there trembling, cum dripping off your chin,

smiling

, and then what? You threw the word ethics in my face? You wanted to make me feel guilty so you didn't have to. You said I used you. That I took advantage when you were weak. But you weren't weak, Divya. You were

ready.

You just didn't want to admit it.

Divya

I--

Harsh

(cuts in, sharper) You were the one who got on her knees. You were the one who let them cum on your face. You were the one who walked out and

performed.

And then you stood there, high off the moment, and threw blame at the one person who didn't lie to you.

Harsh

You wanted a story you could live with.

"He pushed me. I was vulnerable."

Bullshit. You weren't a victim, Divya. You were a woman

checking off a box

she's dreamed about since college.

Harsh

(leans in, voice cold) So say it. Say you're sorry--not because I need to hear it. But because you can't take back what you said, and you know it was a lie. I don't want your apology. I want your

guilt.

I want you to admit that you used me as your scapegoat because the truth was too dirty to say out loud.

Divya

(voice cracking, eyes wet) I'm sorry, Harsh. I really am. You didn't force me. You didn't trap me. You just held up the mirror--and I hated what I saw.I blamed you because I couldn't face the fact that I've wanted this. Needed this. For years.

Divya

You didn't push me--I jumped. And now that the rush is fading, I feel... ruined.

Like I peeled off every layer I'd ever used to protect myself and let the whole world watch.

Divya

I'm not just sorry, Harsh. I'm... ashamed. And grateful. And fucking terrified of what that says about me.Thank you. For not lying. For seeing me when I didn't want to be seen. For not stopping me--because I would've hated you for that too.

Harsh

(voice cutting low, precise) You think I want your sorry now? Your thank you? You think a few shaky words and a trembling lip will fix what you threw at me back there--when you spat guilt on my name to wash the filth off yours?

Harsh

Let me guess what you're thinking.

"Maybe if I just kneel down right now in this waiting room and suck his cock till I cry, he'll forgive me.Maybe if I swallow every drop and smear the rest across my cheeks like before, that'll be enough."

Harsh

(leans in slightly, eyes locked) But no. I don't want that from you. Not anymore.

Harsh

That wouldn't even scratch the surface of what I want now.

Divya

(voice trembling, eyes glassy) You knew. You fucking knew I was thinking that, That if I just got on my knees right now and sucked your cock, & you'd forgive me.

Divya Thought :

How the fuck does he always know?

Every twist in my gut, every dirty exit strategy I build in panic--he sees it. Like he's living inside me.

I didn't say a word. I barely even looked at him. But he knew.

He knew that in the last five seconds, I already imagined unzipping him and begging through my tears. That I'd make a scene again if it meant earning even a sliver of his forgiveness.

He reads me like he wrote me. I want a man like this in my life

God, how do you fight someone who already knows what you're going to surrender to?

Divya

Please... I want your forgiveness, Harsh. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I don't care if the police arrest me for doing something like that in public. Let them. Just... please allow me.

(she drops to her knees, right there in the centre of the waiting room, folding her hands in front of him)

Divya

Let me suck your cock. Let me earn it. Not to turn you on--but to show I mean it. I was wrong.

(she speaks louder now--on purpose. Her words echo. A few heads turn. A few gasps. She's not just apologizing--she's putting herself

on trial

)

(

She's weak when she's horny... but weaker when she's sorry. This is Divya.

She's been called things she wasn't--and now she's done the same to the only man who never did that to her.

.)

Divya

I'm sorry, Harsh. Please. Please forgive me.

(as she bows forward, the front of her dress shifts, and her left breast slips partially free. Half a nipple exposed, barely clinging inside the fabric, swinging as she bows again)

Harsh

(immediately tense, eyes flicking around) Get up. Now. Divya--stand up.

Harsh

(voice low but urgent) Come with me. Right now.

(turns around starts walking, not waiting for a reply, then sharply)

Harsh

Gaurav--bring our bags out. Now.

(Gaurav stares for half a second, then grabs bags quickly, following behind)

Divya Thought: I walked behind Harsh, still dazed. Arms at my side. The left side of my chest was still half-exposed, and I didn't even notice. Didn't cover it. Didn't care. The waiting room wasn't just a room anymore--it had turned into a courtroom. And me? I was walking through it like the verdict had already been delivered.

Eyes followed me.

Some wide with shock.

Some smirking.

Some just blank--like they'd seen this before and stopped caring.

My steps were slow. Quiet. But deliberate.

My head was slightly lowered--not out of shame. No, it was something deeper.

Obedience.

While walking That's when I felt it--the chill against my skin, the faint shift of fabric.My left nipple had slipped further out. Still exposed. Still swinging softly with every step I took.

I noticed. Of course I did.

But I didn't fix it.

Not unless Harsh told me to.

Because right now, Harsh wasn't just a man.

He was

the

man.

The only one who had ever seen me so clearly, read me so completely.

He was dissecting me like a case study.

And God help me--I wanted to beg him to never close the file.

If he walked away, I'd break.

If he didn't forgive me today, I knew what I'd do the moment I reached Mumbai.

I'd open Tinder & Bumble accounts

And in my bio I'd write:

"Only looking to date psychologists. Someone who can read me."

Because since Pankaj... no one had come close.

No one had held my thoughts in their hands and pressed on the right ones--until I moaned or cried.

But Harsh?

Harsh wasn't just crossing lines.

He was living inside the center of my filthiest, most sacred fantasies. Like he'd always belonged there.

Pankaj understood my need to dress wild. To tease. To flirt from a safe distance.

But Harsh?

Harsh didn't stay at the edge.

He dragged me across it.

Made me

live

what I used to only imagine... so many times.

And I didn't know if I should run from him--or fall at his feet and never get up again.

I stepped out of the waiting room's shadow, where Harsh stood alone near the gate

.

Harsh

(loud, sharp, his voice cutting through the crowd) Cover your nipple, Divya. Now.

(she jolts, instinctively tugs the dress across her chest, nipple slipping back in, but her hands tremble)

Harsh

(voice stern, commanding) And if you really want forgiveness--

You ask me properly. You don't scream it. You don't beg like a drunk cum slut

You look me in the eyes, and you ask:

"Harsh, how can I say sorry to you?"

Divya

Harsh... how can I say sorry to you?

Harsh

(voice calm, but commanding) I don't want an apology, Divya. Not the kind you give with words. I want your complete truth. Your full obedience. Raw. Unfiltered. Nothing polished. Nothing wrapped in shame.

You want my forgiveness? Then give me

you

. The real one. Not the edited wife version. Because we only have 20 minutes before your train comes. And we've barely scratched the surface of who you are.

Gaurav

(approaching, phone in hand, casual)

Correction--make that thirty. Both our trains are delayed.

Harsh

(without looking away from Divya)

Perfect. Time to dig deeper.

Harsh

(quiet, cutting)

But tell me something first--why do you care if I forgive you?

I'm just a stranger, Divya. A name you'll forget thirty minutes after boarding that train.

Why does my forgiveness even matter?

Divya

(eyes lowered, voice uneven)

Because you're not just a name.

You're the first man who's ever truly

understood

me.

Some came close. Pankaj... tried.

Others got pieces of me--maybe the wild, maybe the soft--but no one

read

me like you.

You see all of me. The shame. The thrill. The filth. The ache.

And you don't flinch.

You don't look away.

I want to keep you for my life.

Harsh

(steady, watching her break)