Usually it's a just a comment, or blocking your path and making you shuffle around them, eyes down, knowing not to look, not to engage. The comments a...e always the worst part, for some reason - they always know how to pick away at what makes you most self-conscious... and your body gives them a lot to choose from.When you were a teen, you never seemed to "man up" like the other boys did, and your face was more noticeable for your fuller lips, softly fluted nose, and thick eyelashes than a. (there will be more to follow soon)When my birthday came and I enjoyed my new panties, I decided to go a step further - wearing them in my car.. with nothing else! I waited until it got colder so it would be dark longer (I want to cum in public, but not get arrested), and I grabbed my black crotchless thong and loose jeans and jacket and left home. I went driving and got nice and aroused letting porn play on my smartphone, so I found where I wanted to be and started stripping. I had strapped my. I turn to face you. You do not move. I'm frozen in the dark, naked and drunk. Fear creeps over me as I turn to run out of the room. I get to about a foot away from the door when you grab my hair and stop me from leaving.I feel my body fall backwards with the strength of your pull and you slam the door shut in front of me while I back up to the wall, cowering on the floor like a scared little bunny. You walk towards me slowly, a small smirk on your face, your deep eyes penetrating mine. You love. You'll think me silly, because instead I find most of my waking hours given over to the contemplation of sex and masturbating in my bedroom. I never used to think about it much. I used to hear my Mum and Dad doing it in the next bedroom, and me and my sister would glance at each other and smile. But I never noticed that it was all around me. The inexorable natural law. Stupidly failing to recognize that sex was the reason for our very being here, the hidden guide to our every waking action as.