If the nakabandi is over then why there is still packed buses all over the streets. still loadshedding? still petrol shortage? I am rich but i dont like to spend hard earned money on cars of trendy models like ford figo or even alto 800 and the likes, especially not in place like Kathmandu. I see no utility for me. So i travel by public vehicles. there are various downfalls to it; delays, get germs through seats, holding rods/bars, sneezes, compelled to smell disgusting farts because you forgot the mask (never forget), constant shouting of conductor, loud music of the driver's taste (which is shit), and your clothes tear up somehow in the process of getting in and out . My new jacket got torn and I have no idea how. worst of all: I get erection on the bus, my lower body pressed against a young lady's round mushy ass. some moments pass and I feel her warm posh flesh against mine. I feel the warmth of the blood circulating through her aroused body and her itch to get fucked hard. she seems to enjoy it, a psychopathic smirk on her face. somewhere along the ride the brakes get applied suddenly. at once newton's first law steps into the game and then on this instance she grabs me tight, as it was a bumpy ride at some place and she couldn't get hold of the bar. And she needed excuses. our bodies now press against each other. to make space in the hive for a couple more people, everybody starts getting themselves squeezed. And now she utters her first words to me, suggesting I slid my right leg into her mushy thighs to make that space or vice-versa. A moment later her eyes begs that I gently cares her inner thighs with it reaching upto her pubic region. I do that and she starts wetting her lips, bites 'em constantly, letting out a satisfied sigh, and I too am itching to enter into that tight pussy anytime soon. Then her boobs press against my chest, craving for a fondle. As close as we are now, her lips almost touches mine, and there's a violent sexual tension building up., her eyes talked to me in a language I'd never been aware of, and yet I to understood everything those big mischievous eyes were screaming. She asked to be kissed passionately, fucked intensely and more importantly, loved violently. and By now I'm fucking scared. She starts breathing her scented breaths into me, my mouth openly taking it all in, and at that particular instance I feel my deep-seated traumatic wounds pacifying, one wound at a time. I felt my mind was slowly healing. I felt free! I couldn't dare turn my eyes away from her fixated stare that I myself was gazing at. I saw this raging lustful fire in her eyes. i felt as though the universe would collapse that very moment I kiss her red and glossy wet lips. I should've fucked her brains out that very day. Eat her and fuck her till her lustful aura ceased to seduce me, till her prejudices couldn't bother me anymore. The crowd is unaware of the scene. I'm at a loss for thoughts to think of, or breathes to take. And at some point I get conscious about the situation. I try moving a bit and maybe get some space but to no avail. i start to feel even more helpless cause I'm not wearing underwear inside,, just thin trousers, and a moment later my 18cm dick flungs out of its lesser form and dances inside the pants trying to free itself out in the open to get some fresh air. The bus is now at samakhusi. Now my stop is at balaju and my situation tells me to use my bag to cover my big fat dancing cock from showing off while i get off. sigh. then the next day while I'm at city center 3rd floor buying a pair of underwear i get a notification that my cock has been selected to dance india dance through "wild card entry". Lesson learnt: travel in taxi as long as my finances allow it.