The bus rumbled down the road. It was mid afternoon, but the closed windows and air-conditioning kept the sun and the heat out. The bus was a mid-sized affair, with four seats per row split down the middle by an aisle. Most of the couples sat near each other; the three single men sat all the way in the back and were having an animated conversation. The sin...
Preface: This is my completely original "fanfic" story using characters from the classic story by aurelius1982. I have had multiple comments on my past stories requesting a female narration of that story, and I was a big fan of the story anyway, so I thought why not. The author of the original story, aurelius1982 already has read this story and approved my p...
The sequel to Tracey (Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved). All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * 1. John stepped from the bus at the stop near the bottom of Rowlands Rise and looked around. This was a part of town he didn't think he'd ever been to before and everything looked strange to him. He liked things about him to be famili...
This is a true story - some events will be, somewhat, altered... I'm on a bus, coming from downtown. I don't know how come, but the bus is really crowded, so I don't find a place to be sitted. I find a spot at the back of the bus and start looking outside, at the traffic, people, buildings... It's a nice sunny day, not too hot, so I don't need to avoid s...
After my late night last night I was certainly in no mood to wake up today, rolling over I squinted at my alarm clock. It was 11:30am, I groaned audibly as I made my way from my bed to the shower, losing my tight black boy shorts and lace bra along the way. After a quick shower and some necessary time straightening my jet black hair in the mirror, I ran thou...
I'd been working in Puebla for about six or seven months having been transferred by my company from Michigan. Working in the pharmaceutical industry isn't exactly the most exciting job one can have, but I'd been excited by the prospect of living and working in another country and experiencing another culture. The move was tough at the beginning. I struggled...
"One ticket to Hyderabad, please." I begged. "Don't worry, madam," he said, "I'll get the best ticket possible, especially for you." He then scanned me from head to toe. I adjusted my shawl to cover myself better. With mascara under my eyes, hoop earrings, ruby roo lips, shiny semi transparent saree with sleeveless blouse and slingback heels. I didn't look...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
It was the day of the long awaited team outing. There were around forty of us who made up the team and we were going to a nice fancy resort to spend the day. We reached around ten in the morning, it was a cool August day and we started off with breakfast. After that we were introduced to each other and had a game of remembering people's name since many were...
As I was reading the final pages of an excellent sci-fi novel, I noticed her out of the corner of my eye. Looking up, I saw her boarding the bus. She was a small Asian woman, barely even five feet tall in her heels. Her pale blue top fit snugly over her torso, making her small breasts appear somewhat prominent. Adorned with a decorative beaded belt, the fade...