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...
Tara raked manicured fingers through her long chestnut hair as she sat waiting inside the tiny bus depot. Tugging on the handle of the lone bag at her feet Tara glanced at the clock on the wall. “Where is that bus?” she wondered to herself. Tara looked out the window, wishing for her bus to appear, and noted how beautiful the November sky looked. The weather...
Hello readers, this is Abhay from Pune. I am 23 years old and working in a MNC here. I have been curious towards lot of kinky stuff and finally thought to narrate a few fictional fantasy stories of mine. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. So, the story begins when I was trav...
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...
Penny waited a little impatiently to board the bus. July in Philly could be very hot and humid, and she knew the bus was going to be cool. Knowing how hot it was she had dressed that morning wearing only her underwear and a skirt and blouse and a pair of platforms. It was about a six-hour trip including stops, and she wanted to be comfortable on her way to M...
Cross-country commercial bus rides are seldom memorable, except for the pain in your butt and back. After the interest in looking at the moving scenery wears off, these trips mostly consist of long periods of boredom broken only by intervals of confusion over making transfers and anxiety about getting a seat on the next bus. But for me, this pattern was abou...
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...
“Bye Alex!” John yelled as he hastily put on his shoes. All he could hear was a faint groan from his roommate's bedroom. "She's probably sucking some stranger's cock,” John chuckled to himself. He made his way down the stairs, stepped outside, and started walking towards the bus station. Glancing at his watch, John quickened his pace. Although the buses...
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...
The green bus crawled to a halt as I stood waiting. The queue was short, so it did not take long to get on board. The bus quickly drew away as I found a place at the back, where the seats faced each other across the aisle. I sat, taking in the sounds, smells and sights as the journey progressed. Being a man in his early sixties gives me a certain licence to...