ass grinding

Yes! I have chikaned with my ass many times. I of course, like all of you my brethren, love nothing more than burying my one-eyed sea monster deep in the crack of a shapely ass covered by a thin summer dress. But, I also get lots and lots of pleasure jjust from the touch, the human contact. Even when there is no sexual contact, just arm to arm with a sexpot is a thrill, and it's also a comfort. I will press any part of my body I can against a gorgeous guppie. And against any part of her too! Hell, I've enjoyed shin-to-shin contact. And sometimes it leades to more. Which reminds me of a story.

I'm in New York, City of (Chikan) Dreams. I hadn't yet discovered the joys of the Lex Ave Line, so I'm in the 42nd Street stop, riding the 1/9 up and down. I see a Fucking Sexy, maybe 20 year old art-student looking stuck-up cunt of bitch who just has this untouchable look on her face, and in her walk, that gets my engine revving like a fucking Ferrari! I must have her, whatever it takes, She Will Be Mine!!! She's wearing a skirt that stops four inches or so above her knees. I'm in shorts. I decide I'm going to go for the get-in-first-then-turn-around truck. So I press into the crowd until I'm to her side, with one guy between us. As the train pulls in I manouver in front of him, so I'm to her side, but slightly ahead of her. The train stops and the doors open a bit past her, but I push and shove my way in, then make room for her. But some other bitch (30s, normal looking, better than nothing but a far cry from my Snow Queen target) shoves her way in!! There's no foom for my haughty bitch, and I can't even get back out! FUCK!!! It looks like all is lost, but then at the last minute, she makes a decision and pushes her way in, thereby shoving the cunt between us a bit out of the way.

So as the doors close, here's my situation: The target is pressed against the door, with her back to the door. The interloper 30-something cunt is in front of her, but there's a space of a 8 inches or so between the seats and the interloper. Then there's me. "How can I get into that 8-inch space and grab that White Witch Cunt?" Fellow chikans, what would you do? Here's what I did: I shoved my leg into the space, planting my foot between the feet of the Ice Bitch, and followed with my knee. It was awkward, contrived, and obvious. Butt my hands were both visible holding on to the bar above my head, and my dick was nowhere near her! So what could I be accused of? Well, Chikans who are desparate like me know very well what. Remember what Chikan Paul is wearing friends? Shorts. And my artiste is wearing a skirt above the knee! So I am rubbing - aggressively - my calf and knee against the insides of her calves and knees. She got the most wonderful look of disgust on her face, but she couldn't turn around! Well, as I mentioned in my last post, of course she COULD. But not without being noticed, and the cardinal rule of the NY subways is don't get noticed. Plus, miss ice cube couldn't lose her cool. So she took it. And I escalated.

I'm holding on to the bar with both hands, remember? So I lifted my foot and leg right off the fucking floor. I'm rubbing my bare knee inside her upper thighs. She's turning red. I'm wondering if she might say something, but it's so ludicrous! What would she say? Hey! get your goddamn knee off of the inside of my thighs? Hahahaha! That would go over well! I'm in heaven. I didn't go clear up to her pussy, I'm sorry to say. I don't want my wife to have to explain to my kids why daddy is in jail. But I got damn close. Rubbing that creamy thiigh with my bear leg. Just rubbing, up and down and up and down, back and forth. Mmmm. She couldn't try to cloe her thighs together without squeezing my leg, which would have felt like reciprocation & she knew it. So she just took it. Cunt!

She got off at the first stop, muttering to herself, as if that would make me feel guilty.

Yes, MF, there is some truth to what you say that it is anger more than sex that motivates a chikan. But it's more complicated than that. It is the combination that is so alluring. Have you heard this: "Power is the ultimate aphrodesiac?" I think Henry Kissinger said that. I don't know about that, but I do know that the combination of power and sex is what gets me hard as a fucking rock, harder than sex with a lover. So either bondage, or rape (like I said, I've never even come close; I can separate reality from fantasy. But the rape fantasies or movies get me hard hard hard), or chikan. All are combining power, anger, sex.

Yes, I feel ambivilent about it. I hesitate to embrace Black Shogun's call to write stories that will motivate others to imitate. I guess I read the stories partly to fend off my desire to chikan again. Though, truth be tols, like I said before, I don't give much of a shit anymore. Product of a sexless marriage I think.

So chikan away brothers! I will try try try to write more stories later. But my time is very tight lately. And they would be old stories, as I live in a dry town, chikan-wise.

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