My guess is that she was a senior at the university, or that she had perhaps just recently graduated. Typically, when I first see someone of the opposite sex, barring something particularly distinctive such as an inordinate number of piercings or an unusually-artful tattoo, what I often notice initially is the clothing. This time, it was the chest which ca...
Author's note: I hope you will enjoy this story. Please don't forget to vote and leave feedback after you finish it. Happy reading. :o) * * * * * The day this incident happened, I was feeling horny right from the moment Mrs. Sahukar walked into the class. She was wearing a plain dark red sari that looked incredible against her fair skin. I already had a cr...
Gaborone, Botswana I am reporting to you from Gaborone, Botswana. Many of the cities including Pretoria have been taken over and are now in control by the Russian/Chinese coalition. Many of the people fought back against the invaders and were easily killed. The soldiers left the bodies in the streets as an example. With the borders secured, no traffic can...
It had become rather late to get an auto from the library to my home so I decided to take a public bus back home. As it was evening time the buses were crowded, as I climbed on to one of them, there was this college kid sitting on a seat reserved for ladies. He smiled at me and got up to offer the seat. I thanked him and sat down, I needed it as my legs were...
This is a reworking of a part of a story posted in another section. It contains interracial sex! If that offends you, MOVE ON!! * Jason woke to the hiss of the air brakes and the lurch as the interstate bus slowed and exited the expressway. He sighed heavily and languidly stretched his well-muscled body. He was thankful that the rear bench seat was vacant....
Big, jiggling tits. That was the view that I saw when I looked down the sidewalk. I watched them wobble up, down, sideways, and every way imaginable. It was certainly a pleasant sight on a drab Tuesday afternoon. The pair of breasts in question belonged to a short, squat middle aged woman, who had pale, lily white skin and hair as black as a raven's. She wa...
In the beginning I wasn't too thrilled about taking the bus in to work. It meant getting up an hour earlier for one thing, and for another, it also meant arriving at work a half hour earlier than I needed to be. As far as I was concerned, it was a good waste of my own personal time. On the other hand...it was saving me a great deal of money in gas, not to me...
Warning: The following story contains explicit violence, explicit sex, explicit violations of public transit regulations, elements of urban fantasy, blasphemy, assault and battery, intimidation, polyamory, mockery of the mentally ill, delusions of grandeur, delusions of paranoia, delusions of environmentally conscious behavior, fare evasion, harassment, publ...
The bus pulled up to the stop with a whooshing of air-brakes and the hiss of the pneumatic doors opening. This bus he had been waiting ten minutes for, and was not looking forward to riding home after a hard day at the office, being forced to do this as his Audi was in the shop for repairs. Taxis were just too hard to hail down at this time of day. As he g...
Wherein our Dear Bubbles Meets and Greets The Retard, The Cowboy and the Surly Bus Driver and the Fruit Inspectors. * Prefix Dear reader, you really should be sure to read Part 1 when Bubbles tells how she took a summer job at Doc Finster's Pharmacy in her hometown in Indiana for the sole purpose of getting together enough money to leave home and start n...