A Sexual Harasser's Account

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I am a perpetrator of sexual harassment. After reading some articles about sexual harassment online, I found my methods somewhat unusual. Most online descriptions focus on what I define as "standing sexual harassment," while my methods are predominantly "sitting sexual harassment" (see my articles for details). I want to recall and summarize my experiences of sexual harassment for discussion and exchange. Perhaps these are child's play for experienced perpetrators, but I have tried my best. Furthermore, if my methods or views on sexual harassment are inadequate, I welcome criticism and correction from netizens and experienced perpetrators.

The bus route back to my home extends to several newly built large suburban communities to the north of my house. Since these communities have many residents, most of whom work in the city and public transportation is relatively inconvenient, men tend to choose motorcycles to commute, while women tend to choose buses. This creates a new situation where there are more women than men on the bus. On ordinary days, the bus is almost empty, but during rush hour, it becomes extremely crowded, especially on Friday nights. Most of the passengers are female students returning home from boarding school and young women returning from work. There are also some older working women. Because they work in the city, these women, although some are around forty years old, still pay attention to their appearance and maintenance. They are often slightly plump but not bloated, and their skin is well-maintained. In short, although they are older, they still retain some attractiveness. Don't underestimate these women; they were my main targets for sexual harassment that year.

In short, this train had far more women than men, and I love to gravitate towards women. Sometimes, I was surrounded by girls, all with similar fit figures, but with different youthful and attractive packaging—it was practically a mini-female charm showcase. I felt like a bee flying into a honey pot, and this stimulated me, leading me to resume my sexual harassment.

I don't know if I was more handsome than a few years ago or if I was just imagining things, but I noticed that some women, especially those in their forties (it really happened almost every time I took the train, and it wasn't a small number), would actively approach me, rubbing their buttocks against my penis and secretly turning around to smile. Some girls who seemed to be just entering puberty would blush but not shy away when I touched their buttocks or breasts.

This time, I learned from my past experiences. First, I prioritized "safety first" when harassing others. Before harassing them, I would test the waters first. If someone glared at me, I would immediately back away, unlike before when I would relentlessly pursue them. I mostly targeted those who approached me first or blushed without flinching.

Secondly, when I was about to board a bus, I would pull my briefs down to the side of my thighs, exposing my penis. I specifically chose extremely thin pants, not only because they were cool, but also because if I touched them, the thin fabric revealed my penis, even the coronal sulcus, glans, and urethral opening—almost like touching flesh. This made me extremely sensitive when I was sexually harassing her.

I also chose darker-colored pants so that even if they got wet with semen, it wouldn't be very noticeable.

In addition, I tried to go home in the evening, because there were more people

around, and I could move around more easily under the cover of darkness on the bus. This year marked the peak of my sexual harassment. In mid-April, when I first wore only a shirt and pants, I noticed a middle-aged woman looking at me and moving closer. I deduced that she wanted to press her buttocks against my hand so I could harass her. Sure enough, my guess came true. I knew my opportunity had arrived, so I quietly turned halfway around, pressing my penis against her buttocks.

Firstly, I had experienced several failures and wasn't yet fully confident. Secondly, there are significant differences between the north and south of our city, from architectural styles to people's appearances and dress. Some people (not all) are easily identifiable as either from the north or south. I knew immediately she was from the north, and I knew her journey there wouldn't be short. I wanted to savor the moment.

I don't know if my ejaculation reflex is too sensitive (I think if I did this, I'd definitely ejaculate prematurely), but I don't want treatment right now because I'm not married or have a girlfriend, and a sensitive reflex would definitely be beneficial for my sexual harassment.

When I felt my penis go numb, I knew I was about to ejaculate, so I turned away to reduce sexual stimulation. After the urge to ejaculate subsided, I used my penis to thrust against her buttocks.

Repeating this several times, I finally ejaculated with pleasure.

[The End]

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