Transportation [F]rustration

I’m an avid porn reader. And listener. I can’t even imagine to recall how many times I’ve been driven batty by someone’s words detailing how they were fucked by their spouse, best friend, stranger, etc. I love reading stories—true and imagined—of people getting choked, slapped, fucked and filled with cum.

But most interestingly, I love to read these stories while riding the bus. This isn’t a new invention for sure, but there’s something so salacious about reading or listening to erotic things while in public. And on public transportation, no less.

Sometimes, when I’m feeling especially bold, I’ll listen to an erotic audio of someone touching themselves and moaning wildly. I’ll let myself get wrapped up in their fantasy. I’ll notice how much nipples strain against my bra, how damp my panties are getting. I’ll try not to squirm too much against my seat and inevitably fail as I’m rocking subtly with the motion of the bus as I’m trying to get some friction on my aching pussy. Sometimes I’ll make eye contact with someone cute on the bus, and smile softly at them and wonder what they would say if they knew how much I wanted to get fucked in that moment.

At the present, I am on a bus. Heading to class where I have to give a presentation. And I got so overwhelmed reading stories on this sub that I had to write something to get my frustrations out. My bus is nearly empty and I am sitting in the back, but if it wasn’t for winter jackets and pesky leggings, I would be sorely tempted to slip my hand under the dress I’m wearing and see how exactly how wet I am. As it stands I’ll have to content myself with pressing my thighs together and grinding into the bus seat at every bump.

When I get home later, though….

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hting/transportation_frustration