What is harassment?

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

In the sweltering summer, harassment is commonplace in densely populated places like buses and markets. It's not uncommon for gropers to sneakily touch your buttocks, your breasts, or use certain parts of their bodies to squeeze your buttocks or thighs. If the harasser is an unattractive, lewd person, it's disgusting. But what if it's a handsome, dashing man?...
Once, on a summer evening, I squeezed onto a bus. The passengers were packed together like sardines in a can; you didn't need to hold onto the handrails to stay upright. I squeezed to a seat, holding onto the handrail, standing facing the window, and that's how the story began...
As the bus slowly crawled forward, the pressure from behind became more and more noticeable. What could I say in such a crowded bus? I could only silently endure it. Because my skirt was thin, I was very sensitive to the sensations behind me. Having witnessed so much harassment on buses, I paid close attention to what was happening behind me. Soon enough, what I expected happened. I felt my entire back being enveloped in a man's chest.
What followed was completely predictable, the usual routine, "the law of nature"... I felt my buttocks being tightly pressed against the body behind me, and slowly I could feel something wriggling, sometimes even bobbing. With the swaying of the vehicle, my backside would press heavily against my buttocks.
I turned around to see who it was, and there he was—a rather handsome young face, wearing glasses, probably a college student or something. When he saw me staring at him, we made eye contact for less than half a second before he quickly looked out the window, seemingly blushing (or maybe it was just my perception). Looking at his slightly shy, youthful face, I suddenly felt that this "harassment" was quite amusing, as if he wasn't harassing me, but rather being "played" by me.
In that instant, a strange feeling rose within me. What is "harassment"? Walking down the street, being stared at on the chest by a man—is that harassment? Yet, how many women would actually fly into a rage over it? In the office, being leered at by a male colleague for praising one's stockinged legs with lustful eyes—who would be angry? The only difference is that one involves physical contact, while the other is merely "psychological harassment." So, isn't it somewhat contradictory to be tolerant of, even tacitly approve of, "psychological harassment," while overreacting to this "quasi-harassment" on the bus?
And so, I began to enjoy this process. Who says physical contact always means a man harasses a woman? Based on my experience with men, I felt this college student was definitely a naive newbie. To be fair, what's wrong with a hot-blooded, inexperienced man pressing down on a beautiful woman's buttocks (which I consider to be hers) and getting a little aroused? Thinking about it, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. With a mischievous heart, I secretly pushed my hips back, thinking, "Sister, today you've tasted the pleasures of lovemaking. You should thank me! Such a vivid lesson in physiology is a rare treat. It's not my fault, it's just too crowded."
Everything that was meant to happen, happened. I won't go into details, or it'll turn into a pornographic novel (those who have been through it should understand what that final, wriggling sensation is like).
Calm down and think about it. Who's to blame? Is he lustful? Am I promiscuous? Dear brothers and sisters, put your hand on your heart and tell me, haven't you ever fantasized about a certain celebrity? Haven't you ever fantasized about beautiful legs exposed on the street? I'm just writing it down faithfully.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/217435.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=217435&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : The car lights will not be turned off tonight.

Next Page : Human-Faced Beast Heart (Part 1)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

What is harassment?

comment Open a new window to view comments