Chapter 1

My name was Joey Grayson. I naturally had an excess of estrogen, and my desire for the opposite sex ran deep.

Around that time, my boyfriend, Eugene Wade, had left on a business trip and had already been gone for three months.

Over a hundred days had dragged on like a drought. I had become like dry, cracked earth, aching for a heavy rain to soak me through.

At work each day, my mind wandered, and I grew restless, easily distracted by thoughts of strong male bodies.

Knowing how sensitive I was, I never went anywhere without a small purple toy tucked close to me.

That night, work at the office ran late. It was after 10:00 pm, and there still seemed to be no end in sight.

A strange sensation crept through me like vines, scratching just beneath the skin. There were too many people around, and I had no way to relieve myself. The ache grew unbearable.

At last, work came to an end. I grabbed my things and rushed home.

On the subway, that unbearable itch peaked. A few scattered passengers still lingered in the car. I pressed my thighs together, fighting with everything I had against that deep, bone-searing need.

After a few stops, the passengers gradually got off one by one until I found myself alone in the carriage.

I lived in a rather remote area, and at that hour, hardly anyone took the subway.

As I looked around the empty carriage, a dangerous thought began to creep into my mind.

I reached into my bag and took out the little purple toy. Seeing that no one was around, I slipped it under my skirt without a second thought.

To ensure I could relieve myself whenever the urge hit, I had deliberately worn crotchless stockings without any underwear, so I could slip the toy in effortlessly.

A deep, pulsing vibration spread through me, finally offering some relief from that overwhelming, aching need.

I leaned back in my seat, unable to stop a soft, involuntary whimper from slipping past my lips. There were only a few stops left before I reached home, where I could finally release the tension.

Just as I began to lose myself, three strongly built men entered the carriage.

They sat right across from me, looking as though they had just walked straight out of a late-night gym session.

Damn, why would anyone be taking the subway at this hour, especially at the exact moment I needed privacy the most?

If they discovered the secret hidden beneath my skirt, I would be mortified.

I kept my legs tightly pressed together, pulling the hem of my skirt into place to hide what was underneath.

When I had let out those soft moans earlier, I hadn't realized anyone was getting on. The three of them had already heard my gasps, and now they were staring straight at me. Under their burning gazes, a wave of embarrassment washed over me.

To make things worse, all three men were incredibly muscular, dressed in tight sleeveless tops that showed off their solid, chiseled bodies.

The desire inside me only intensified. A reckless thought surfaced. I wanted them to spread my legs apart and have their way with me right there.

At that moment, the toy was still vibrating intensely inside me, and I could feel their eyes fixed on me.

My body was reaching its limit. I couldn't stop the trembling.

This was bad. If they found out, it would be unbearably humiliating.

I half-closed my eyes and leaned back against the seat, pretending to be asleep as if I hadn't noticed them.

At the same time, I curled my toes tightly, struggling to keep my body from shaking.

Then I caught them whispering.

"Hey, did you guys hear? That lady seems to be doing something down there."

"Yeah, I heard it too. Though it was just my imagination. I never expected someone like her to have urges like that. She couldn't even hold on until she got off."

"So, what do you say? Should we step in and help her?"

They talked about me openly. Their voices were low, but I could still hear every word.

My face burned with embarrassment. I felt as though I had been laid bare for all to see.

Why had the subway not reached the station yet?

Panic rose in my chest, and I struggled to hold back tears.

Suddenly, the man in the middle pointed at me excitedly. "Look, she's blushing. She must have heard everything we said. Damn, even her neck is red. She must be really sensitive."

I felt overwhelmed with shame, as if I might collapse from it. How had I gotten so desperate that I ended up doing this on the subway?

With those three muscular men sitting across from me, I found myself unable to move. All I could do was endure as the toy continued to stimulate me.

The vibrations spread through my body, inching through me bit by bit. It felt as though everything inside me was about to burst.

I kept my eyes tightly shut, hoping the train would reach the station soon.