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I recently read some posts online about sexual harassment, and I found them very interesting and relatable, especially those about

sexual harassment on buses. I can tell they're genuine. I have a girlfriend and we have sex, but I enjoy sexually harassing

strange women, especially when both parties agree. It's really exciting that way. It doesn't have to be sex, just the harassment.
For example, on a crowded bus, I like to tentatively touch the woman next to me and

react accordingly to her different reactions. Actually, many women enjoy being harassed to some extent. If she's sensitive and quickly

moves away or glares at you, don't do anything. If she doesn't react, you can touch her again, but don't do it too quickly;

she might genuinely not know. When you're sure she's agreeing, you can do what you want: place the back of your

hand her buttocks, press your penis against her, or squeeze her breasts.
Most women like mild harassment. It's best to avoid things like pulling out your penis, or she might turn on you

and expose you, which would be troublesome. There are many articles about sexual harassment on buses, so I won't go into detail. Below,

I'll describe my experience of sexual harassment at a school talent show, which was my proudest moment—very exciting.
It was at the 2002 freshman welcome party. I arrived early, not to watch the show, but

to sexually harass her. I didn't want to sit; I wanted to stand in the last row for easier access.
The party hadn't started yet, the lights were on, and I casually strolled around the back, first identifying my prey

. You can tell if a woman is open to sexual harassment. I spotted a girl with glasses, very

quiet , standing silently in the back. These kinds of girls are usually very concerned about their image, but their hearts are restless too

. They won't refuse harassment as long as they don't lose face. I pretended to have found a good spot and squeezed behind her. She was already quite far back

, and when I squeezed in, there was a wall behind me, so it was safe.
I first bumped her buttocks with my lower body to see her reaction. Sure enough, she pretended not to notice, and I

was secretly delighted. The party started, and all the lights went out at once, leaving only the dim stage lights. I straightened up

; it was already crowded, and we were very close. My penis naturally touched her

buttocks .
She didn't move. I felt incredibly excited. My penis slowly hardened. I stood straight, letting my penis press

against her buttocks. She noticed, and her buttocks gently pressed back. I was overjoyed, no longer satisfied with just this.

I bent my knees. I was wearing athletic shorts, and my bare knees touched her legs; she was wearing a skirt after all.
She still didn't react. I grew bolder. My hands, which had been crossed over my chest, slowly slid down, the

backs of my hands against her back. We felt each other's flesh. My hand touched her buttocks. Her buttocks were so soft;

I was practically trembling. I should take it a step further. I stepped back slightly. She seemed disappointed, glancing sideways at me.

Under the stage lights, I saw a blush on her face.
I felt more confident. I slowly unzipped her skirt, pulled her underwear aside, took out my erect penis

, reached under her skirt, lifted the hem, and inserted my penis. Then I pulled the skirt down, and my penis

was inside her skirt. When I stood up, the hot glans touched her thigh. She

was startled and swayed slightly. I knew it was temporary, so I stood still, and she didn't move either.
We were locked in a stalemate for a while. I didn't move, waiting for her signal. She couldn't resist

anymore , touching the glans of my penis. It felt so good. She thrust forward, and I felt the glans pressing against her vagina.

I continued to thrust forward until our entire bodies were pressed together, my entire penis inserted between her

thighs , my hips pressed tightly against her buttocks, my hands supporting her hips. We were locked in a stalemate, trembling.

My breath was in her ear, and she was blushing, staring intently at the stage.
I finally couldn't hold back any longer, and a stream of semen shot out, probably landing on her skirt. I tucked my limp

penis away and started watching the show. She was miserable; her buttocks kept wriggling, trying to touch my penis, but I

didn't want . Until the end of the show, she secretly glanced at me as she left, and I could feel her passion.
This was a real instance of sexual harassment on my part—satisfying, right? I'll enjoy sexual harassment even more from now on. Even though my

girlfriend and I have sex once a week, I can't help myself; I like to harass her whenever I have the chance.
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