The quiet hum of the train is my favorite symphony. There's a specific, electric tension that builds in the enclosed space. I find myself fantasizing about pressing a young, firm body against the shuddering glass of the doors, my hand clamped over a mouth to muffle the moans as I thrust my cock deep into a tight, wet pussy from behind. The risk of someone on the platform seeing us, of getting caught in the act, makes me harder than any boardroom negotiation ever could. The ultimate power play is taking what you want while the world rushes by, completely oblivious.