MercTech
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ORIGINAL: rednicky I hope this doesn't put too many people off. Especially women. I've always been curious about victimization. I don't know why though. but when I hear stories about men groping unsuspecting women on trains and blackmail in the work place and even being watched/followed by a guy who just wants to talk, my tummy flips a bit. For a guy to want you so much that he resorts to stalking, molesting, or blackmail is interesting. And I especially love what some men do when they get jealous. Keep in mind, I don't actually 'want' a guy like this. But to drive a men, who are all about pride, to such lengths must mean there is something about you that is especially tempting. At least, that's how I see it in my fruity little mind. I've never had the courage to dress a certain way (short shorts, spaghetti straps, and flip flops...something that says I'm not trying to look hot but I'm still hot), but I've wanted to. Just so that I could see if I could be made a 'victim'. Maybe someone will rub my ass on the metro or whisper dirty things in my ear at the cross walk. I don't mean those fake, arranged encounters where you ask someone ahead of time to do these things to you. I mean for it to really happen. But maybe this happens rarely and the stories about it happening are really not something that happen everyday. Anyways, is there a name for this? Is it a common fantasy? Whether you're into it or not, has anything ever happened to you where some guy has done something completely inappropriate and unexpected after seeing you or working along side you? Methinks you have a "tart fantasy". And I remember enabling a co-worker to get a taste of such for real. I'm not talking about a scripted scene but her actually putting herself at risk but playing bodyguard so she had a safety out. I told her what to expect in detail. Dressed her in a tight tube top, daisy duke shorts, and over the calf "fuck me" boots, and makeup that was a bit overdone. Then, we went on a toy run followed by a barbecue sponsored by the Pagan Motorcycle Club. My six foot self, dressed in biker leathers, was there to wrap an arm around if things got to un-nerving for her. But, dancing around the campfire and putting herself on display, she recieved gropes, groins rubbed against her, lewed suggestions not only whispered in her ear but bellowed out for all to hear. Her hardened erect nipples were signposts for all to see that she was reveling in all the blatant attention. There is something desireable in the fantasy to be able to drive a men mad with desire. But few really want to take a madman home for dinner. Three lady friends I knew in Orlando would go clubbing once a week. They would dress as provocatively as they could and act rather wanton when they arrived. They had a running bet going about who would get groped first on the dance floor. There are ways that can play out your fantasy without getting yourself targeted by some obsessive whacko. Stefan
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