meghan martinez: Adventures Beyond Your Imagination and Reality

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