[The Journey of a Part-Time Bus Rider in Beijing] (1-3) Author: Unknown

A Part-Time Bus Wolf in Beijing: A Personal Journey (Parts 1-3)
Author: realdajidaoban
First Published: 18p2p
Word Count: 11102 words
A Part-Time Bus Wolf in Beijing: A Personal Journey (Part 1)
The title of this article is quite strange, and I estimate that many professional and non-professional wolves will scoff at it. To be honest
, I hesitated for a long time before writing this article because the following are all true experiences. I don't know if anyone will call me a pervert
. Actually, the main purpose of writing this article is only two: 1.
A psychological analysis of my own journey from hating bus wolves to becoming a "top-touching wolf" myself. 2. Some
psychological analysis of the targets of "top-touching". I hope to share some of my psychological experiences and details of "top-touching" with all wolves,
so that everyone can pay attention to and apply some details in the "top-touching" process and ensure their own safety.
Please note that after reading this, I hope you will not imitate it casually. Some things that have happened are very dangerous
, especially when the target of "top-touching" is on the verge of collapse while the wolves are still enjoying "top-touching" and are oblivious to the situation
. After writing this, I probably won't be a "public transport wolf" anymore (though I can occasionally dabble in it). After all, I'm getting older
, life goes on, and family and safety always come first.
Let me briefly introduce myself. I was born in the 1980s, so you can calculate that I'm
almost 30. I grew up under the red flag, nurtured by the spring breeze of reform and opening up. My family was relatively well-off, and
I never worried about food or drink. My academic performance was average, but not bad. I got into a key university in Hubei Province and graduated in 2001.
I came to Beijing—yes, Beijing, which is where my main "public transport wolf" persona has taken place for the past two years.
I'm not bad-looking, at least not ugly. I'm 174 cm tall. I've had a few girlfriends, haha,
two of whom were virgins (a little pride here; if you want a virgin, you should do it early). One was in high school, and the other in college;
I slept with both of them, but we weren't meant to be, and we didn't end up together. I got married three years ago. My wife and I have a good relationship; we
fell in love freely and eventually got married. We bought a small house with a loan, and the monthly mortgage payment is 5,000 RMB, which is manageable.
My sex life with my wife is pretty good. For the past three years, we've maintained a frequency of about four times a week, each time lasting
over 20 minutes. My work is also decent; I'm a minor supervisor, enough to support myself and my family. To be
honest, after all this rambling, I believe I still love my wife very much. I
've never had any inappropriate thoughts about my female colleagues or friends, and I've never cheated. I just love my wife; it's a warm and peaceful
feeling. So, how did I end up becoming a part-time "public transport wolf" (a euphemism for a sexual encounter) over the past two years? Sometimes I feel quite strange about it.
Okay, let me first do a psychological analysis of my own path to adulthood.
To be honest, those born in the early 1980s have had a rather awkward time, always moving forward in the cracks of reform
. I remember when I was in elementary school, the five-year system was changed to six years, so I only attended elementary school for that extra year… Then came the college entrance exam
reform, the separation of arts and sciences, and the government's layoffs and reassignments. In 1998, the floods almost prevented me from
registering for school. When I went to university, I discovered that starting that year, there were no more government-funded places, and I had to pay tuition… In short, these years have given
me the feeling that the country and its people are moving forward in chaos. I remember my own sexual awakening was also chaotic. It started
in my third year of junior high school when I discovered that rinsing my penis with tap water from top to bottom (in summer)
felt very pleasurable. When climbing poles at school, I discovered that pressing against my penis while climbing would cause something to leak out, but it felt very good.
At that time, I vaguely understood that this was a sign of a boy becoming a man, and I began to have an
indescribable desire for girls, wanting to touch them, and seemingly wanting to do something else. Later, mainly during my university years, which
coincided with the amplified popularity of Japanese AV, I finally understood the nature of relationships between men and women.
I vividly remember the sounds of my roommates swallowing their saliva every time an AV was shown.
Speaking of my own AV preferences, I don't know why, but I seem to have a thing for mature women, so I'm
more interested in stories about mature women. That's what I mainly watched back then, which led to
my preference for older, fuller-figured women. I also watched
some videos about perverts on Japanese public transport back then, but most of them seemed very unrealistic to me. I often saw
reports about Japanese subway police catching many perverts on trains, so I vaguely thought that scenes of sticking out one's penis or even penetration on public transport
were very unrealistic, and that getting caught by the police would be terrible.
The first time I witnessed a bus pervert in real life was in 2007. It was a coincidence; my wife and I
were taking the bus near Gongzhufen. I vaguely remember it being the Yuntong 11 or something like that
. This bus always gets crowded because it passes through Zhongguancun. We boarded from the back door; my wife got on first and walked towards the back. It was summer,
and my wife was dressed quite lightly, in a thin short-sleeved shirt. I still remember seeing
a very short, somewhat sleazy-looking man as I walked up the bus steps. He looked young, and although he was standing close to the seat,
he deliberately moved aside to let my wife pass him. As she passed, he
put both hands on her waist and pushed her. I was stunned for a moment; it felt strange, like he was being
unreasonable by giving up his seat like that. But I didn't say anything, just kept a watchful eye on him.
After boarding, my wife stood to my right, facing the window, while I stood between this sleazy man and my wife.
Behind me stood a rather voluptuous woman. I observed this sleazy man the whole way and noticed he seemed nervous. His brow
twitched constantly, and his eyes were glazed over, seemingly glancing left and right, and frequently looking at the voluptuous woman behind him. He
was also shifting his position slightly backward with his buttocks, which made the woman feel quite strange, clutching her bag tightly.
Haha, I didn't expect the climax to come so quickly. After a few stops, at Weigongcun station,
the number of people getting off was manageable. I noticed the sleazy man was holding onto the handrail with his left hand, and his right hand was under his left armpit—yes,
it looked like his right hand was around his shoulder, but actually it was behind his back.
The voluptuous woman next to me tried to squeeze out as the station approached, and the sleazy man used his buttocks to block the aisle, making it
difficult for her to pass, probably mainly to let her pass slowly. The voluptuous woman clutched her bag tightly...
Because the pervert was shorter, the woman was squeezing towards the back door, facing him.
I saw him rub his buttocks against her thighs as the bus was about to stop, pressing himself tightly against
her. After half her body had passed him, his right hand suddenly reached for her breast. His hand swept across her
left breast and pinched her right breast hard. I immediately saw her
clothes wrinkle, her face flushed red, and her eyes widened.
Damn, I realized my wife had actually been groped by this pervert when she got on the bus! I was furious. To be honest,
I'm very petty, especially when my own wife is being bullied. The
woman looked like she was about to explode. She grabbed her bag and hit the pervert. He was stunned, probably not expecting such a strong reaction. She
hit him twice, cursing in typical Northeastern dialect, "Are you looking for death? I'll fuck your grandpa!" The sleazy guy pretended to be innocent, saying,
"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"
As he spoke, the bus stopped. The girl was about to say something when I saw this – it was like a thunderclap from the sky,
my chance to shine had arrived! Before she could speak, I blurted out, "You filthy scoundrel! Do you think
everyone on this bus is dead? Touching your mother's head? Go home and touch your mother's head!" It felt great after saying that, mainly because I
avenged my wife. As for the sleazy guy touching the girl, I didn't really care. The girl was stunned when I spoke
. Everyone was looking at me and the sleazy guy. The sleazy guy was about to say something, muttering something under his breath, when I added, "
Want to die? If you want to die, then keep talking. I'll kill you, you scoundrel!"
Seeing that the bus had stopped for a while, and even the driver had turned around to look, the girl hit the sleazy guy again with her bag and
got off the bus. At this moment, the girl sitting next to the sleazy guy suddenly got up and got off the bus.
She even stepped on his foot as she left. Everyone basically guessed that this guy was also after the girl
sitting there.
The sleazy guy didn't dare to say anything; everyone's stares must have made him feel a lot of pressure. He sat down, and strangely enough
, the woman sitting next to him by the window couldn't sit still when she saw him sit down. She got up and stood in the aisle…
Later, the bus started moving again. My wife grabbed my hand, probably afraid I wanted to punch the sleazy guy.
We got off at Renmin University, and no one sat next to him until we got off. I don't know
what happened to that sleazy guy afterward, but I think today's events will leave a deep impression on him, because, as one of the parties involved,
my memory of it is still so vivid.
Later, I don't know why, but I suddenly started reflecting on this matter. Actually, I had a vague
feeling that I didn't object to him touching other girls. Hehe, okay, I admit I have a small-minded mentality, only concerned with my own
little corner of the world. Then I thought, how can you be such a failure as a "public bus wolf"? You're short, you
're not good-looking, that's fine, your body is a gift from your parents, we can't complain. But couldn't you at least present yourself properly
? You're not well-off, but couldn't you adjust your mindset? Couldn't you 　　straighten
your gaze? Couldn't you stop looking around so easily that it's obvious you're a bad guy? How can you 　　be such a failure as a "public bus wolf"—you didn't even bother to find out if the girl wanted to touch you before you went ahead. You 　　're not a "public bus wolf," you're a scoundrel! You didn't even do basic observation or testing the waters. You, you, you—aren't you insulting 　　such a promising profession as a "public bus wolf"? Suddenly, I wondered how he felt when he grabbed that girl. 　　Did he feel good? I felt a tightness in my chest when I saw him grab her, and my penis instantly got erect 　　. It seemed like the pervert was enjoying it too. 　　From then on, touching women on public transportation became a seemingly distant yet clear image hidden 　　deep in my heart. Sometimes I would inexplicably think of it and immediately suppress the thought, but it always seemed to pop up in my mind unintentionally. After that period, when I took the subway and buses, I began to 　　observe certain female passengers 　　naturally. I saw the most white-collar workers wearing skirts and stockings, but I liked the most and the most special ones were 　　those mature women over 30 years old wearing beautiful skirts. And 　　the day that really triggered me to make up my mind to become a groping wolf finally came. 　　The mental journey of a part-time bus wolf in Beijing (2) 　　I may never forget that day. Like some special fragments related to your life choices, 　　it has been integrated into your soul, making you always remember all the details and stories that happened that day. 　　That was in October 2008, right after the Olympics. Everyone had settled down, but I 　　was still working my regular 9-to-5 job. Oh, right, by then I had moved into my own apartment 　　in Sihui East, while I worked near Baishiqiao. So every day I took the Beijing Subway Line 1 from 　　Sihui East to Muxidi, then transferred to a bus. There were many buses there, and I usually just took 　　an empty one. 　　I remember it was a Monday. I woke up feeling a little groggy, and 　　slept all the way from Sihui East to Muxidi on the subway. After getting off, I prepared to transfer to a bus to get to work. Looking back now, I'm so glad I wore a pair of 　　thin, black linen pants that day. I think my underwear was the Metersbonwe brand endorsed by Jay Chou; 　　I remember those underwear vividly—they were boxer shorts with a slit in the middle, making it easy 　　to pull out my penis when I needed to pee. Looking back at what I wore that day, it was truly fate; it feels 　　like a divine arrangement. When 　　I arrived at the station, I saw a huge crowd, and I was immediately annoyed. I didn't even think about getting on the bus; I was just worried 　　about being crushed. Then a 320 bus arrived, and it was packed. Even with my strong ability to grab a seat, I couldn't get on 　　. Luckily, a 695 bus came right after. Seeing that getting on through the front door was unlikely, I immediately opted for the back door. 　　The back door was already overflowing with people. I had a bad experience with conflicts with people getting on and off buses at the door before, so I 　　desperately pushed my way in. People behind me pushed me too, but I finally made it to the steps and found a seat. 　　I glanced around and saw a 　　girl in a long skirt standing in front of me by the window, a man to my left, a girl to my right, and a middle-aged woman behind me.

I was sandwiched between these four people, standing in the middle of the aisle, completely unable to move. Now that I think about it, I was actually
only about half a meter from the back door. Because the bus started moving, I had to grab onto the overhead
handrail. The handrails on either side were already being grabbed by the men and girls on either side, and the girl in front of me was holding onto the seat armrest
. Because I was holding onto the higher handrail, and with everyone being squeezed, you can imagine the result: my entire
body was basically pressed against the girl in front of me…
The girl in front of me was about 1.63 meters tall, wearing a long skirt. The skirt was a grayish-white
pure cotton material. How do I know it's this material? Because … When I was holding the handrail with my left hand and driving with my right
, the car wobbled a little, and my phone fell to the ground. I instinctively reached down with my right hand and caught it, skirt and phone in my hand
…
The car started moving, and I glanced at the girl in front of me. I could see her profile; she had an oval face, quite
pretty, with nice skin, no blemishes, and clear eyes without the dark
circles often seen on girls in big cities. She wasn't wearing heavy makeup, just a light blush on her face. Her nose was also quite small, and her eyelashes,
because I was close, were very long and gently upturned. Her lips weren't thick,
appearing clean and well-defined. The most striking feature was the earring she wore—it was the kind that
resembled many small leaves naturally hanging and intertwined, many tiny leaves combined to form a long strip
, somewhat like a green ear of wheat. As the car moved, the ear of wheat swayed with it, making her two
small earlobes look particularly alluring. From now on, I'll call her Wheat Ear Girl.
As soon as the bus started moving, I swayed forward. There was no way around it; Beijing buses
drive pretty fast. Because I was pressed against Mai Sui MM, my lower body naturally
slid back and forth on her buttocks. Because we were so close, my penis instantly felt Mai Sui MM's plump buttocks
. I was actually a little embarrassed at that moment, feeling that being forced to squeeze together was unavoidable, but my penis
reacting so quickly seemed inappropriate. And when I moved back, it seemed my penis had slid right into Mai Sui MM
's buttocks…
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. At that point, I was both excited and scared
, and I started observing Mai Sui MM's reaction. Because the route the car was traveling on, from Muxidi North to Baishiqiao,
although only 5 stops, was notoriously congested due to the Ganjiakou Building and the fact that it was Monday.
The car was constantly stopping and starting, frequently accelerating and braking. By this time, the car had probably traveled more than 100
meters. My penis was sliding back and forth between Mai Sui MM's buttocks and cleft. I was trying desperately to suppress my
excited little brother, but it didn't seem to work. My penis still stood up proudly, head
up, pressing tightly against Mai Sui MM's buttocks.
At that moment, Mai Sui MM's face seemed a little red, but her body didn't react. She didn't turn to the side or
look back at me, although I guessed she knew I was staring at her. Maybe it was because it was too crowded, or maybe
it was because it was Monday. I kept reassuring myself that I didn't mean to be a pervert on the bus; there was really no way around it
. But looking back, it seems that as the bus moved slowly and vibrated, I increased the pressure on Mai Sui MM
, especially my lower body. To this day, I still feel uneasy about that. Men, oh men, are we really
just driven by our lower bodies...?
Let me tell you how I felt afterward. I was completely dazed, my mind filled with the sensation of my lower body pressed against Mai Sui MM's
plump little buttocks. It seemed my body was completely out of control. My penis was already
burning hot under those circumstances; I felt it was frighteningly hot myself. But because of my underwear, I felt a little uncomfortable.
Completely subconsciously, I reached into my pants pocket with my right hand and freed my penis from the peephole of my underwear
. My penis was pressed against Mai Sui MM's skirt through only the thin fabric of my pants. At that moment, my entire upper body,
including one thigh, was pressed against Mai Sui MM's body. Mai Sui MM was also wearing a thin cotton shirt, and
I felt a warm, understated warmth on my upper body. I could feel Mai Sui MM's temperature against my chest,
while my penis felt hot. I felt that the temperature of Mai Sui MM's buttocks had also risen significantly, and a burning sensation
instantly enveloped my penis. I suddenly remembered the porn I had seen before and the appearance of that lewd man from last time,
and I felt a mix of pain and happiness, an indescribable sense of pleasure. Especially since Mai
Sui MM didn't react excessively, and seemed to enjoy the feeling of me being pressed against her back, I subconsciously thought
that Mai Sui MM liked being pinned down by me. That feeling of being accepted was like returning to the feeling of successfully winning over a first love,
even though this situation of being pressed together was caused by unavoidable circumstances. At that time, all I knew was to press myself tightly against her,
my lower body rubbing up and down and circling against Mai Sui MM's buttocks as the car swayed. My penis grew to
a size that surprised even myself. My right hand trembled
slightly as I lightly touched Mai Sui MM's right buttock with the back of my hand. This situation lasted for about 20 minutes. I could roughly feel
the thong Mai Sui MM was wearing. My penis was fixed on her left buttock, the head of which was about a little above the edge of her underwear,
while the main part of my penis was pressed tightly against her buttocks through a layer of cotton clothing. Wheat Ear MM's skin was very tight, and
I could feel how elastic her buttocks were. I think I mentally praised God, Buddha, and Allah for that moment
; the exhilarating feeling almost made me want to shout. My breathing was heavy, and I was panting heavily
, the air hitting Wheat Ear MM's neck. I looked up and saw her head gradually lowering, her
eyes half-closed, her cheeks noticeably redder. Even so, Wheat Ear MM didn't move,
not even turning to look at me. I lowered my head slightly, feeling like I was almost touching her neck; my
lips were probably less than 10 centimeters away. I really wanted to kiss her neck, that snow-
white neck, but my last shred of reason told me I couldn't.
At that point, I couldn't help but be a pervert; I completely lost control. I put my
phone in my pocket, then suddenly grabbed Wheat Ear MM's right buttock, and through her skirt...
I rubbed her buttocks hard against her skin; it felt so good, so elastic and warm. I
pinched and squeezed her buttocks with my five fingers, feeling a surge of conquering pleasure and the thrill of a successful affair. I felt
her body tremble slightly when I touched her, but she didn't do anything else, only her face turned redder and her palms
became sweaty, even the sweat felt hot. I felt my penis thrusting faster and faster into her buttocks.
As if sensing something, Mai Sui MM trembled slightly, her buttocks seemed to contract, and her
breathing became heavier. The man and woman standing next to me seemed to notice something, especially
the girl to my right, who seemed to have noticed my hand on Mai Sui MM's buttocks and gave
me a suspicious look. At that moment, I really didn't care about anything else; even if she immediately took out handcuffs, I guess I
would still continue thrusting into Mai Sui MM.
Hearing the station name, I knew we were almost at Ganjiakou. Many people would get off there. I silently prayed for
a little more time so I could finally experience this first time. As if heaven heard my plea,
a huge red light appeared at the intersection just before we entered the station. I was so excited! You
can't imagine, my hands and feet felt weak, my legs trembled, and I almost couldn't stand. Only
my left hand gripping the bar and my penis were rock hard. A tremor ran through me, and I felt the pleasure in my lower body
growing stronger. My right hand stopped touching MM's buttocks and focused all my strength on rubbing my penis between MM's buttocks
. MM seemed to be about to collapse under my immense pressure, but she seemed to understand I
was reaching my limit. Her face turned as red as if it were about to bleed, and she desperately stuck her buttocks out. She pressed even closer
to me, and I watched the red light turn yellow and then gradually green. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. After
one last long friction, my penis pressed against her buttocks and left side, and I ejaculated... I felt like
I ejaculated
so much! Wheat MM seemed to feel it too. A lot of my semen seeped out of my pants, soaking through
her skirt and sticking to her buttocks. Wheat MM seemed to feel it too, and she desperately twisted her buttocks,
as if she didn't want to get any of that stuff on her, but I held her down tightly. She could only helplessly glance back at me. I
felt a wave of dizziness, a mix of the pleasure of ejaculating and the secret joy of being defeated by her coquettish gaze.
A large portion of the semen seeped onto MM's buttocks, but because her skirt was gray, it wasn't very noticeable
. Only afterwards did I realize how I could have been worried about that...
When we arrived at the station, many people got off, including the person in front of MM. I felt MM hesitate for a moment, wondering whether
to sit down. After all, almost everyone around her had gotten off, and it seemed inappropriate not to sit. After about five seconds
, I saw MM sit down shyly, holding the edges of her skirt as if afraid something
would leak out. Seeing this, my penis couldn't help but tremble twice with pleasure. That shy expression
was truly intoxicating. Just thinking that MM was sitting on my semen made my heart tighten. MM's snow-white buttocks
were covered in my semen. Oh, my head was spinning. This experience was truly once in a lifetime, unforgettable. It
wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a dream. After all, everyone knows that ejaculating on public transportation is possible, but
ejaculating on MM is incredibly difficult.
I stared at MM for a while, lost in thought. From the side, Mai Sui MM didn't look like a lewd woman at all.
Maybe there was a very special reason for today's encounter. Maybe MM had just broken up with her boyfriend and wanted to prove her charm .
Maybe MM also wanted to experience the feeling of touching someone's head on a bus. There were even more possibilities, but none of that mattered.
What mattered was that Mai Sui MM gave me an unparalleled first experience as a bus wolf. This day directly affected my
choices and psychological transformation. I didn't mean to molest MM. I was very grateful to MM. Although
MM never let me see her face until the end, I will always remember Mai Sui MM from the street. Her beautiful
side profile and those constantly swaying earrings...
The mental journey of a part-time bus wolf in Beijing (3)
Since the day I had my first experience touching someone's head on Mai Sui MM, I have become a part-time bus
wolf in the true sense. Why do I say part-time? There are several reasons:
First, safety. Here I want to emphasize to all my fellow wolves again that touching someone's head on a bus is risky. Be careful before entering the industry
. Many people might have wishful thinking about this issue, or think it's taking it too seriously.
Okay, that's because you haven't been taken to the police station yet. But what if the person you're groping calls you out and gets you arrested? My
fellow gropers, the mainland police will require someone from your family and workplace to come and take you out. You don't want your life, your career
, your public image to be ruined like that, do you? Especially since I've heard several
rumors of people being arrested by the police for groping on public transport, and it's all very tragic, mainly due to the social and psychological damage. Basically,
you can't hold your head up high anymore, and it can even ruin your life...
Secondly, regarding the degree of groping, many of the groping stories written by my fellow gropers, in my personal opinion, mostly have some
basis in reality. But in a truly realistic sense, based on my experience of over a year, the limit of groping
is generally just rubbing an erect penis against a woman's buttocks or touching and kneading her buttocks through her skirt and trousers with your hand. To say you'd actually
put your hand under a skirt, especially to touch the opening of the breasts, or to pull out your penis in public, is as
unlikely as winning the lottery in mainland China – a myth. Because, fundamentally,
pulling out your penis or touching under a skirt falls under the categories of indecent assault and hooliganism. This is
different from a simple case where the police call a family member to bail you out; it carries a prison sentence. So, most of us who pursue touching the top
are seeking psychological enjoyment. As long as it brings you pleasure, it's a success; ejaculation isn't
the ultimate goal. We're far from those professional hooligans who demand ejaculation or to touch the opening of the breasts
… Although I've ejaculated twice, that's truly a matter of luck, a matter of chance.
The third principle was also accidental. During my first two years in Beijing, I
often spent my weekends attending psychology lectures by experts at Beijing Normal University. Beijing Normal University truly lives up to its reputation as a leading institution in Chinese psychology.
Although I didn't attend many classes, I quickly
developed the habit of studying human and social psychology. The teacher's lectures were truly excellent and engaging. Therefore, in my subsequent experiences with head touching, besides
practicing with my hands and penis, I focused more on observing the expressions, body reactions, eye contact
, changes in the corners of my mouth, and hand movements of the women I was touching—details that reflect human emotions. I summarized many
things: head touching is a means, psychological and physiological pleasure is the goal. On the path of constantly trying out various types of young women and mature women
, I constantly reminded myself, "You are not a pervert, you are a selfless and altruistic modern- day
head-touching Good Samaritan, you are Xu Sanduo, here to bring public pleasure to women." Yes, head touching is not wrong, as long as the other person
agrees—it's like dating; you have the right to pursue a woman, but if she doesn't want you and you force yourself on her, that
's rape. Therefore, my principle is: only touch heads if the woman is willing to cooperate; never force her.
Okay, before recounting my journey, I want to thank the authors of several articles on "touching heads
" (a euphemism for sexual harassment on public transport).
These authors previously wrote "Okay, I Admit I'm a Bus Pervert" and "The Bus Harassment Secret (Teaching You How to Take Advantage on the Bus)." I must admit, these two articles
laid a solid foundation for my journey as a "top-touching" individual, allowing me to quickly summarize a wealth of experience and
significantly improve my methods for finding people willing to be touched. The following chapter mainly focuses on theory
and practical experience; feel free to read if you want, and don't criticize me if you don't, haha.
First, let's talk about regional differences. I'm in Beijing, and I feel there are more women in the north, and
it's easy to encounter hot-tempered beauties. So, safety is a greater concern for perverts in Beijing than in other places. Besides, Beijing is
the capital, so it's best to avoid certain tense periods. Furthermore, Beijing's climate is poor, with virtually no spring
or autumn, mainly consisting of summer and winter. In winter, northerners wear thick, heavy clothing, so male enthusiasts can basically
rest. Therefore, the prime time for male enthusiasts in Beijing is mainly summer, starting as early as March when some
women are already wearing short skirts, and continuing until mid-October at the latest, after which it's basically winter. Here,
I can't help but envy the male enthusiasts and "top-touching" enthusiasts in Guangdong, especially Shenzhen. As a typical city of reform and opening up, the women there
are the most accepting of sex, one-night stands, affairs, and even male enthusiasts. Plus,
women can wear skirts all year round, so I personally consider Shenzhen a holy land for "top-touching" enthusiasts. In short
, before you set off to "find the top," it's best to do your homework and research the local situation, including
which areas have the most women and what their general characteristics are. For example, in Beijing, it's best to dress relatively
cleanly and neatly; they'll accept you. They don't require you to be decked out in designer brands. Shanghai women are
different; if you don't dress well, you might even have difficulty getting close. Although we all rely on crowds for a living,
the premise is that the other person is willing. Therefore, I suggest that Shanghai men be a bit assertive. Shanghai women tend to
bully the weak and fear the strong, and they have a strong admiration for the powerful. As for other places, since you're not familiar with them, you'll have to figure it out yourself.
Next, let's talk about choosing where to board. Some people say, "Do I even need to choose where to board?" If you
think that way, you're completely wrong. For example, Beijing's subway has eight lines, including Line 1, Line 2, etc.
Do you really know when it's crowded, which stations are crowded, and which carriages are crowded?
Take Beijing's Line 1 as an example. During peak hours, from 7 AM to 9 AM and
from 5 PM to 7 PM, trains traveling from east to west (Sihui East to Pingguoyuan) are generally
only crowded for the five stops between Sihui East and Jianguomen, making it inconvenient for commuters.
Trains traveling from west to east, however, are crowded for nearly 20 stops from Gucheng Station to Guomao Station
. The situation reverses during the evening rush hour. Another example is Line 1, which uses both old and new trains (both non-air
-conditioned and new air-conditioned). If I see a new train, I'll board immediately because most people prefer the air-
conditioned option, and it's usually very crowded for about 10 stops. On older trains, I'll wait until my destination appears
before boarding, as the older trains only have about five crowded stops from east to west. Finally, one more thing: I
usually like to wait near the stairwell to the subway entrance because many girls will
run down the stairs to the nearest door when the train arrives. It's often crowded, and people tend to be lazy and prefer to
stand near the stairwell.
All this rambling is just to remind everyone that preparation is key. Impulsiveness is a devil
, and lack of preparation will make your efforts less effective. Observing the routes you frequently take
can greatly help in finding a willing girl to "touch" you. As for buses, whether to board from the front or back door depends on the situation. In
Beijing, everyone uses a card to board, so you basically board from the front, which is convenient as it's easy to scan from front to back
. Sometimes, if it's too crowded to board from the front, you can try to board from the back.
As long as you can get on, things will be easier. You should adapt to the situation in different places, but having a general idea will greatly
increase your success rate.
Some friends might say I'm perverted, wondering why something as simple as touching someone's head has to be so complicated. I can only helplessly tell you that my
standards are too high, so I have to try every possible way to increase my success rate. I only want women over 30, women
with good figures, women wearing skirts or soft fabric pants, and women with ugly faces. You can imagine how
difficult that is. And to make matters worse, the woman must consent; otherwise, I won't go near her or force myself to touch her. Let me tell you
about these things I don't want, haha, I'm just being fussy, please don't find me annoying.
Why only women over 30? This is mainly determined by my personal principles and circumstances. I don't have
pedophilia, and I deeply abhor such things; it's truly inhumane. Imagine what happens to middle school or high school students, or even younger—
it's a sin, and there will be retribution sooner or later. Anyway, I absolutely won't touch anyone carrying a schoolbag. I don't object to you dating college
students, as long as you're sure. Besides, the girls in Beijing are formidable. If you really mess with one,
she might beat you up in public and make you suffer. Northern girls have a lot of guts and courage; I have to give them a thumbs up.
Thumbs up. Also, as mentioned earlier, I like mature women, especially married women and
women between 30 and 50. They're mature enough, have seen a lot of men, and have better psychological resilience. The chances of me touching their heads are much
higher than with unmarried women. So much so that now, the first thing I look at when I see a woman is her legs and buttocks, and then her left
ring finger.
Regarding body shape, I can't be too demanding, but at least her buttocks need to be fleshy, otherwise you might as well try balancing on a board
. Her legs can't be too bad; they shouldn't be so thick or ugly. A good figure can give you a classic experience
far superior to touching the heads of thousands of ordinary buttocks. Later, I'll share
a story about touching the head of a woman who was about 1.8 meters tall—a classic story that broke my heart. As for the clothing of the woman I touch
—I absolutely despise jeans. My favorite are gauze or pure cotton skirts, and soft
pants are also acceptable. Jeans, being thick and stiff, seriously affect my judgment of whether a woman is consenting
. Because of the thickness, a woman's body doesn't really feel your hand or penis asking for her consent. Plus,
some women are slow to react. Jeans often put us guys in very dangerous
situations. You might think someone's lack of reaction means consent, only to find out they're not, and you
might even end up in the police station. So, I basically avoid jeans. As for
the issue of an ugly face, that's a matter of opinion. I personally don't like men who are too ugly. A few pimples
or a fever aren't too off-putting.
All this rambling is just one point: be professional, and do it well. I
enjoy challenges and like to reflect on my experiences. So, I advise all my fellow enthusiasts: if you want to
pursue this promising career, go for it, but you must be fully prepared both physically and mentally. Don't be
a pervert; be a cultured "top-touching wolf." Also, I want to advise professional enthusiasts:
limit the frequency of top-touching. Don't do it recklessly. I've researched some medical information; a man's penis is very
precious. Temperature and frequent engorgement are both detrimental. If you're constantly getting erections, well,
that's dangerous; you're prone to orchitis. If you always feel unclean or damp in your underwear,
I suggest you stop masturbating and top-touching for a while, because your penis is already sending you warning signals;
it's failing. You don't want to suffer from impotence or infertility later, do you? Friends, that's enough for this chapter
. Starting with the next chapter, I'll combine psychological analysis and my own real-life cases to share with you. Even more
exciting content is coming, so don't miss it!
(to be continued)

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/198826.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=198826&aspx=1

Previous Page : [Playing with my daughter at night]

Next Page : Lost Wife Episodes 1-18 (Complete)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[The Journey of a Part-Time Bus Rider in Beijing] (1-3) Author: Unknown

comment Open a new window to view comments