All the characters have turned 18. And the author of this text is 38, and he still lives with his parents.
Translation to English by TrueTourette.
I like going by overcrowded buses. It's not that I enjoy suffering or frottage. It's all about human thoughts and emotions woven together in this tight space. As a mind-reader I just love being in such a library. After I first discovered this ability I had been reading everything I could. Eventually I became more picky. I acquired a taste for exquisite sophisticated thoughts. But fantasies are even more interesting.
So, the bus's doors open with a suffocating sound and along with other passengers I'm swallowed by the vehicle. With a heavy sigh the bus starts moving.
Hundreds of abstract or frighteningly realistic images are filling my head. People are divided into groups in this astral Net. The bus is dominated by the old men community. Their cloudy thoughts are sticky like spider-web in the corners, smelling of naphthalene and rotten teeth. However the old men sometimes fall into their past and then their minds are brightened with vivid colours.
It gets boring pretty quickly, so I turn to a couple of blue-collars. Their thoughts and desires are not that original as well. They already see themselves in a small pub. After having two shots of vodka they say goodbye and go to their homes where their dysfunctional families and football on TV await.
What else have we got here? Ah, yes -- a teenager's fantasy. It's a little bit more interesting. But just a little bit. In his dreams the teenager is having wild sex as it is depicted in porn. A famous actress is lying on her side, her legs spread by the kid whose face looks like a pizza because of acne. He is breathing heavily while penetrating her oyster and she's moaning enthusiastically. They are both happy. Oh, the youth...
But the teenager isn't the only one having astral sex in the bus.
When my wondering stare accidently meets hers, she looks away shyly. She is a beautiful woman deep in her thirties. Long red hair. Face of an ideal shape as though it's made of white marble. Enormous emerald catlike* eyes. And her lips... dear lord, her soft plump lips! Her snow-white blouse covers two big bouncy hemispheres. I feel my dick move inside my pants stretching the fabric.
The woman gives me another quick glance and turns away to the window... But by god, what is happening in her head! She is having sex. And not just boring old sex. She's fucking like crazy. With me! In all years of mind-reading I've never had such an encounter. I mean I'm not ugly, but she's the first person ever to fantasize about me as a sex partner. What is more, in her thoughts my average body is getting some Greek-god proportions. Believe it or not, I did look like that at some point of my life when I was hitting the gym regularly.
In her fantasy I stand before her, naked with my dong towering proudly. She thinks it's twice as big as my real one. It's long and venious with an uncovered pink head. Transparent precum is slowly dripping from the tip of it.
She's wearing a light green chiton and sandals made of leather belts bracing her perfect white ankles. She's kneeling, my erected cock enlarged by her imagination is right in front of her face. She's taking it in her hands and in the real world my whole body is shivering.
Her gentle hand with sharp crimson nails is slipping along my dick moving my sensitive skin there and back again. One stroke -- one local nuclear explosion inside of me. Meanwhile her little playful tongue is tickling the seam down below. Sometimes she touches my tightly filled balls.
Suddenly my astral lover stops the movements and grabs my phallus with her plump silky lips. Jesus fucking Christ! My real cock is almost tearing my pants apart poking into the fat ass of a lady beside me. The fat lady staggers back in fear.