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.