So who is the eagle eyed observer sat on a train somewhere either gazing outside watching the world go by, or alternatively checking out fellow passengers sat nearby and wondering what naughtiness they get up to? Here’s your first class introduction to teller of British erotic stories, B.R. Lee.

So, how does a naughty hottie Scottie begin these things? Let’s just say that at the tender age of 50 I’m old enough to know better and still young enough to misbehave if needbe. A silver fox personnified. And as to the future, growing old disgracefully (executed with finesse wherever possible) is a definite part of the plan.

Let’s face it: my mind can wander off to some wonderful places as I sit in a train carriage speeding through the countryside or meandering through an urban sprawl. I’m either looking out the window thinking all sorts of things, or I’m casting an eye further along the carriage or across the aisle at my fellow passengers and imagining all sorts of wicked things.

Train journeys can not only be wonderfully romantic but also lust filled occasions (even if mostly within the confines of one’s imagination). It all depends on what’s running through the mind and who’s on board.  A familiar face or a mysterious stranger can be the catalyst for all sorts of sexy shenanigans: and it’s in my (proudly) British erotic stories that each will be celebrated.

Anyway, let’s cut to the chase, shall we, smut lovers? You need to know I’m the right reprobate to satisfy you, correct? So here’s a few reasons why I’m your man.

This isn’t my first smut writing rodeo.

A few years ago I wrote and published around a dozen erotic stories, selling them on Amazon’s Kindle Store and Smashwords. All good naughty stuff and very positively received too. I’m no smut writing virgin.

And I’m not the other kind either.

Now that would really kybosh my credentials as a silver fox scribbler of sauciness! Needless to say I’m happy to report that over the years I’ve had my fair share of naughtiness, ins and outs and assorted sexcapades both abroad and here in Dear Old Blighty. Some of them in their own right deserve mention for a number of reasons, but I daren’t. What’s that phrase about removing names to protect the innocent/guilty/perverted ?

I’ve been around the world – but even more so around my own lands. And mostly by train.

It’s fair to say that the nation’s trains became a part of my childhood, my adolescence and my adult life too. With free family rail travel enjoyed for many years, it’s fair to say many miles of the rail network were clocked up. From central Scotland down to London and south west England, during the day or overnight, those travel passes were put to very good use indeed.

The train travelling increased during my undergraduate days. Studying a few hundred miles away from home meant many hours spent on trains traversing Britain’s west coast main line, as well as the day trips down to London at the end of each term. Halcyon days. And the rest is history really. Many more train journeys have followed throughout the years, whether for my postgraduate studies, work travel or leisure travel.

The trains became a staple part of my life during my years in and around London. I got a taste of both sides. Commuting into London Waterloo – London’s busiest station – for a few years was complimented by journeys in and out of Marylebone (undoubtedly London’s quaintest terminus) for the next few years before returning back up to Scotland. The lovely trips down to London on the east coast main line have still continued as well as the odd overnight experience on the Caledonian Sleeper.

So that’s the trains covered.

But what about the sexiness on trains?

What, you mean my sexperiences on trains?!
Oh my! Why, you’ll make me blush!
Darn, you’re not falling for that, are you?

When I think about myself and the role that trains have played in my love and sex life, they’re best viewed as a facilitator, or enabler, rather than a setting, per se. Sure I’ve been with flings, girlfriends and partners on trains together, both here in Blighty and continental Europe, Canada and the USA. The journeys have been varied: from getting to and from dates, day trips together, and even the odd dirty weekend in a foreign city. And I can’t ignore one or two interesting episodes on the London Underground either.

Trains have played their part, there’s no denying. But as for actual antics, aside from some smooching and perhaps the odd wandering hand, in general the *really* steamy stuff has occurred either beforehand or afterwards. It all comes down to one’s perception of risk, reward and Sod’s Law. And the likelihood of the authorities getting involved! Thankfully, in my upcoming stories I can guarantee that the British Transport Police won’t turn up if there’s anything saucy going on in a railway carriage!

Finally, let’s talk about the name.

Okay, so it’s obvious that as an erotica writer B.R. Lee is indeed a pseudonym. So why pick it? Well, if you’re of a certain age you’ll know that B.R. stands for British Rail. And what’s the key link to all my upcoming British erotic stories? The railway network. So there you have it. Easy, huh?

But what about the Lee part of the equation? There’s no denying that a short and snappy name is great for usernames, social media, brand imagery and all that stuff. And a three letter surname definitely ticks this box. But there’s something else. I’d originally considered the name Leeman. And if you perhaps know a thing or two about Britain’s railways, especially its heritage, you’ll find a cryptic connection. Then again, even if you don’t know anything much about British railways, any internet search engine will soon reveal all!

Welcome onboard!

So that’s the brief introduction to me that will perhaps both quench your thirst and perhaps pique your curiosity in one go. And maybe, just maybe, help convince you to give one of my British erotic stories a try. And if you’d like a few more wee revelations about your silver fox scribbler, then don’t say I’m not good to you – click here!