These are some of my personal experiences in public rides. I was vulnerable and afraid, but recalling it later made me fantasize how would it feel to be molested violated against my will.

Because I already experienced being bullied harassed violated molested before by interracial lowlife thugs, I have become a nymphomaniac. I frequently masturbate watching interracial porn, rough nigger thugs who are filthy poor dominating defiling pretty white decent ladies into submission making them reluctantly orgasm in humiliation against their will until they surrender in shame and lust.

I get horny when rough black thugs talk trash to white conservative women to the point they unwillingly become wet from just being verbally abused, being their lady bosses, their teachers, clerks, passersby, or sometimes policewomen or white female correctional officers. How much more if they eventually bully harass them, pinch pull and twist their nipples and clits, especially in public places. And I heard there are many such taking place already, even in public rides.

I was groped molested at school and in the streets, in cinemas, in our family store I was tending. This is my experience from public rides. In case you have similar experiences please email it to me in virgintsik2 at gmail com.

I was sitting quietly in a public ride suddenly several muscular men sat down beside me and in front of me. They joked around with each other but in my fear I tried to ignore them. But the one beside me put his arms around my shoulders. I shuddered in fear. Why did he do that? He was already invading my space! It seems inappropriate to do that especially to a stranger that is not your acquaintance! Since I have previously been experiencing such bullies and thugs it is no longer new to me that such actions constituted harassment and I might be going through it again. Even if it was not new to me, still I could not help but be afraid again for myself. I was mugged before for resisting the advances of poor rough filthy bad boys from the streets. I dare not complain or resist again, especially when surrounded by more burly muscled men. Inspite of knowing he put his arm around my shoulders as though he owned me, he continued joking around with his homies friends. I could not understand what they were saying to each other, but it seemed to me they were joking to each other about me. It made me more nervous like I was just true plaything, not intending to resist whatever they might do to me. It was getting late at night, I could not escape if they suddenly would grope me. I previously experienced being robbed in my previous rides before, so I always had an element of fear whenever thugs came up on the public rides where I was in. If anyone here reading are willing to exchange similar true stories by email I will narrate how I came through, virgintsik2 at gmail com.