FROTTEURISM: MY EXPERIENCE WITH MR PERV.

Its not Freaky Friday yet but i want to wet the ground for what is to come:

Yippeee… I am so excited about this first journey on the Freaky blog-post because it is the first step to the unraveling of so many things that happen behind closed doors and when the lights are turned off.

Guess what we are starting up with!!! Its something that I have experienced and trust me, it was an awkward experience. I will be sharing hoping that you would share yours too peradventure you have had to go through this situation before.

It’s a fetish popularly known as Frotteurism: the act of rubbing up your genitals On Strangers for Sexual Satisfaction.

Some boldness…yup!!

Read on from here!!

I can remember when I was in my second year in school, maybe first year; can’t remember when exactly lol, I was such a timid skinny girl who just got out of the claws of my protective family. Always very quiet in class to a point that other course mates thought I was possessed. Like how can anyone be this quiet and isolated?

 Well, I have never been the type to associate with people, thanks to my background. So getting into a new vicinity far away from home, my comfort zone, was daunting and it invariably took time for me to adjust to the new normal.

The only thing that gave me a bit of calmness was the fact that my dad was living in the State where my school was located at but then in different cities such that I had to travel for less than 30mins to go get my pocket money for the month.

Fast forward to that fateful day, It was time to travel to the other part of the city to go get my monthly allowee from Papi and as a student, I would board a cab lining up on the roadside to get there.

As always, I’d like to sit at the passenger’s seat seeing that it was way comfortable having to share the seat with just one person even though sometimes, half of your butt cheek is pressing against the hard gearbox and then you have to now lean on driver’s seat for support than being sandwiched in the middle at the backseat of the car with three extra people.

So, guess who was to share the passenger’s seat with me??

A tall dark bearded man whose face looked like soured breastmilk with an unkempt afro dressed in a cream looking shirt that seem to have seen better days from washing and sun drying, complimented with a brown loosed fitted trouser. I don’t know what he wore for a shoe because he wasn’t the best point of attraction on my mind at that moment.

My mind was set on how my little pocket money would be spent for provisions and school runs that I needed no time to dissect a full grown man who looked like he was in his late thirties as at year 2002. I mean I was too young for that type of way.

So this man sat with me at the front sit, thinking I was sitting with a normal human being with every nut intact, I started to drift into oblivion only for us to get into the 10^th minute of our journey, I discovered that this guy had adjusted in such a way that looked like he was trying to face me with his back almost completely turned towards the door. What jerked me off from my sleep was the feeling of something thick and strong slowly growing and poking me at the side on my right thigh.

I was in disbelief with my eyes still wide shut, I wanted my mind to re-echo the initial thought that it could be what I was thinking.

Whaaaat???!

He tilted himself in such a way that he could let his p*nis touch my thigh through his trouser and the more the driver tried to dodge potholes or jerked over speed bumpers, the more his p*nis rubbed against my thigh and the more he got aroused plus the more the “it” got thicker and bigger. I opened my eyes in utter shock when I finally knew what was going on.

 There was a perv. on the loose.

Immediately he knew that I was alive, his anaconda shrank. I felt better!

Mr. Perv couldn’t help himself and I am guessing in his mind that day, he was like “If na die, make I die today, I must use this small geh cure the congi wey dey worry me”.

*Like jack robbinson, the p*nis didn’t only grow back, he started stylishly and slowly moving his waist back and forth. I knew I was dead. I couldnt say one word as I felt shy and afraid to call for help.

Meanwhile, the driver had been noticing the drama going on through the corner of his right eye. When he couldn’t take it anymore with the change of motion now going on from the passenger seat, he swiftly turned to verify if his front seat was actually been defiled in the presence of five innocent travelers, while I kept a straight face. Immediately, the perv’s p*nis took cover hiding sheepishly under its master’s brown trouser. Come to think of it, maybe he wasn’t wearing a pant or  boxers from the look of things.

As soon as the driver turned back to concentrate on taking those at the back seat safely home, thinking I was enjoying the soft porn or thinking I was his partner in crime since I wasn’t saying a thing, the anaconda came out from its hiding, probing my thigh. How he did it so fast, going off and on was amazing!

In as a much as I felt harassed, scared and disgusted, I also felt a tingling in my pit regardless of the fact that that was my first life experience with a perv and his restless P*nis.

In no time, we reached our usual park and everyone alighted including the perv and with a straight face, he disappeared into thin air while I shamefully got out of the car with my head facing my feet, I walked away.

And ooh the driver..LOL

He looked at me with so much pity, wondering why I couldn’t speak. Till now as I type this, I really don’t know why I couldn’t speak up or curse the living day light out of him in the full glare of others.

Was I really shy or was I actually enjoying what I experienced? That was the question I had on my mind whilst on my way to meeting my Papi.

#mixedFeelings

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