The Thrill That Started It All

You know, it’s funny how things turn out. There was a time when I thought I’d never feel this alive, this… electrified. But let me take you back to that fateful day on the train. I was just another college student, minding my own business, when suddenly this creep had his hands all over me. At first, I was mortified – my face burned with shame, and I wanted to scream. But then something strange happened. The more I replayed that moment in my head, the more my body reacted in ways I couldn’t ignore. It was like a switch had been flipped, and now I craved that rush of adrenaline.

I started riding crowded trains not just to get from point A to point B, but to chase that high. The thrill of touching someone without their consent, making them squirm and moan under their breath… it became an addiction. I love the power it gives me, knowing that I can bring someone to the brink right there in public without anyone else being the wiser. And let me tell you, Anonymous, there’s nothing quite like the satisfaction of watching them try to hide their pleasure while their body betrays them.

Nowadays, I spend all my free time on those crowded trains. It’s not just about getting others off anymore – it’s about getting myself off too. The more people I can make cum before we reach our destination, the better. And the best part? They never know who did it. Just some mysterious girl in a school uniform who vanished into thin air once the deed was done. So if you’re ever on a packed train and feel a hand where it shouldn’t be… maybe it’s me.