granny effie: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Dreams

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