Copyright © 2014 KingsWoman For Michael * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (16 min/mp3) * * * * * I got on the bus. One woman had a bag on the seat beside her. On the seat behind sat a man, a newspaper beside him. The old man moved it when I went to sit down. I sat staring ahead. The small seats forced my thigh against his....
It was a cold December night. The chill in the air was very exhilarating. As I walked down the street, jacket open to the world, I could feel the wind against my breasts. I could feel my nipples getting harder and harder as I got further down the street. I was so turned on by the chill in the air. I stood at the bus stop, waiting on the last bus home. I look...
Is there anything worse than a double decker bus crammed to the full with people? Probably not, especially when there are no seats and you have to stand squashed as the people around you sway. It can be a completely disgusting experience, especially if you're squashed right into the belly of a short, smelly fat man in a polyester suit. I know. I've been ther...
I don't normally look up skirts, but from my seat on the bus it was impossible not to notice that she wasn't wearing any panties. I looked up to see if she had caught me peaking, she smiled when we made eye contact. Embarrassed that I had been caught I immediately glanced down at my hands. Much to my surprise I could see in my peripheral vision that instead...
The Bus journey. It was late on a Saturday night. Pete had spent the evening in the company of friends in a pub several miles from home, and although it was a good evening, it always ended too soon due to the fact that the last bus home was due 10 minutes before closing time, so he always seemed to be rushing that last pint. "Never mind", he thought as he w...
Cunt Copyright © 2014 Charlie the Wanking Wanker and Kingswoman Written by Charlie the Wanking Wanker, voiced by Kingswoman. A number of fans wrote to me to say how much they enjoy hearing a lady say 'cunt'. Inspired by this, and by my Bus Ride story, Charlie the Wanking Wanker has written this beautiful prose poem on the theme. Imitation is the sincere...
I've written the stories of a lot of friendships, mainly for amusement and because they enjoy my writings. They've never been closed stories. Always looking forward to new adventures. I don't know why I've never wrote her full story before. I think maybe it's because they way my mind works, when someone says, or I read something, my mind makes a picture of i...
I was a bit dingy from the sun as I climbed up the steps of the bus and worked my way to the back. The bus that would return me to the city was crowded with beach goers and there were no seats left so I stood in the aisle in the swaying mass of bodies, smelling the scent of of seawater and coconut oil as the bus lurched off down the rough dirt track that was...
Sighing, Jamie glanced at her emerald-studded watch and blew at her black bangs. The bus, once again, was late, and she knew she wouldn't make it home on time. Her grandmother was visiting from New York, and she would be arriving at the house approximately 5 P.M. Jamie was scheduled off work at 4:15, and she needed to catch the 4:30 bus in order to be at her...
Erin was up late night, doing a little bit of studying. She had the television on, watching one of her favorite late night movies while studying. Suddenly, Gary Coleman pops up on the television wearing a business suit in front of shelves, stacked with bras. He began advertising for the Mega Wonder Bra. "For all the ladies out there with humongous breasts...