This story is true that happened on a family trip to Disneyworld in January 2013. I have always had groping fantasies, but never really had the opportunity to live them out other than a few brushes against willing ladies. I was not interested in throwing my marriage away, just have a little fun. Tonight would be the night. We had just seen the Fantasmic liv...
Hi readers, this is my first attempt to write a story; not story actually first attempt to narrate an incident that happened few days back. I'm doing MBA in Bangalore now after finishing my engineering. My native place is Kerala and the incident I'm about to narrate happened on last Saturday (10th March 2012) while I went to my uncle's house near Kottarakkar...
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...
One summer evening Lisa was returning home in a crowded bus; because her own car was under repairs in a garage. During the voyage, a man stood close behind her and started squeezing her buttocks with his hands. As the bus was crowded and she didn't want to make a scene she simply stood there and let him. The following day the same thing happened again. Sh...
Author's note: This story contains scenes of non-consensual/reluctant sex! Also the trans man writing this story uses anatomical terms (vagina, clit, labia) as well as some slang (pussy, hole) to describe genitalia, so if that's not your vibe you have been warned! Thanks for reading. ***** Dakota was stealth. This was what he said to reassure himself durin...
This is a script for an erotic audio. You've been ogling her every morning on the bus, but today, she decides to sit right next to you. She's knows what you've been doing, you dirty little pervert, and it turns her on. Take out your cock and listen to her voice as she makes you cum in front of everyone. ——— Script Start ——— (Sounds of the inside of a bus...
It was a hot humid day that of that summer of 1985. I remember sitting on that hot sand of Juhu Beach in Bombay with my wife. The sweat beads trickled from my forehead and I could feel some of it trickle down my back. It felt disgusting. This was my wife's idea of a second chance for us. Travel all the way to India to save our marriage. The only thing that w...
I've ridden the No. 7 bus for years and never seen anyone quite like her. Plenty of straight-laced, working types. Lots of mothers with crying babies. A bag lady or two. Even the occasional nun. But never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that the hottest girl I ever imagined could walk up the short stairs to my bus. To this bus I've ridden to and f...
It was the end of a cold, long but fulfilling day. The bright bustling city dimmed to a lowly tired pace as people disappeared in the darkness of the suburbs. The mindless workers swarmed the stations like flies around a light. "Ahh... I'm so full." A tipsy voice spewed out. "we shouldn't have had ordered extra deserts and chocolate shake... Especially with...
The bus is crowded during rush hour, and you get pushed toward the back, standing in the aisle, held up by the bodies pressed against you. You only wore a flimsy little cotton sundress that day because of the heat, but now you're starting to wish you had a little more clothing on. The heat wave in this city has lasted so long, you think people might be getti...