Hitchhiking is not my preferred form of transport but my best friend Becca says we can save money on train fare and have even more money to have fun at the festival. We have both got dressed in hippie chic clothing for fun which is definitely a mistake for hitching a lift. My long Gypsy skirt is flowing in the wind and I'm trying to hold onto my floppy hat a...
Her trip to South East Asia had been a blast so far. Lots of spectacular beaches, memorable snorkeling trips, friendly locals and fantastic parties. Her trusty backpack, filled with a handful of clothes, was apparently all she needed to have a great time. Except that her funds were declining fast. Lily opened her well-used travel guide. Next stop was the Lo...
Her boyfriend, lover, and budding Master, Dave, had an ingenious, kinky mind – almost as ingenious and kinky as her own. That made them a good match. Rina was glad they'd met that fateful day when she was performing an act of self bondage in the meadow, cuffing herself while bent over a railing. She could tell he was kind and solicitous, and cute, the moment...
I was a very good girl growing up. I was the youngest of two daughters. I never gave my parents any trouble while my sister was a bit more of a challenge for them to raise. My sister is 5 years older than me we have always been different in many ways, but we also have always been very close. Beth was a bit of a free spirit when she was younger and didn’t lik...
Another old, found story. I have reversed the gender of the two characters and of course as always placed it in England. *** Clive's footfall's echoed off the buildings on either side of the street as he walked toward the corner to catch the bus. The pools of light made by the street lighting seemed to beckoned him like beacons home. His tired feet got him...
The sound of the bus accelerating toward her from the stoplight a block and a half away caught her attention. Looking up, Lynn realized it was her bus. Reluctantly she picked up her purse from the bench and slipped her phone into its pouch as she prepared for boarding the now slowing behemoth. She grabbed the hand rail as she stepped aboard the bus, her eye...
My fiancée and I set out early Monday morning to catch our 9am greyhound bus. We were heading down from Canada to the United States for a week long visit at my folk's house in Atlanta, Georgia. The bus ride was 28 hour long but plane tickets were simply to expensive so we grabbed our bags and vowed to make the most of the trip. John told me he wanted to ma...
I was nervously pacing up and down in my little room and all the time I was thinking, "For heaven's sake, shape up Abigail. This is not the first dance you have ever attended so get a grip on yourself." "Yeah, but it is the first one that I ever went to without a stitch of clothing to cover my nakedness! And, it is the very first one that I ever went to whe...
The next game was at home and was more like a mud bath than a rugby game. I giggled and nudged the coach, telling him, "I wished I was out there in all that mud, rolling around." He was in hysterics and replied he would see what he could arrange. It felt really good to be on good terms with him. Carl said he liked having me around; I'd brought the team clos...
On the Bus: Tolerated & Tossed Off RedHairedandFriendly On the Bus is a chain story that does not rely on any previous or incoming chapters. Each submission is considered stand alone and only relates to the others via the bus. The words on the page were once again becoming blurred to Brenda's bored subconscious. She swore she'd read the same paragraph o...