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[lastat06513]

I was on Line Number-2 going from Kyodae station to Kangnam, which is always crowded, I was standing near the door facing out when I felt a hand rubbed and even grabbing my ass. At first, I didn't think much of it, only that it was a random person on another crowded trip to Kangnam. But I felt it following the contour of backside and I started to wonder who was doing it. At first I thought it was a crazy old ajumma with nothing better to do with her hands.
But when I turned around, it was a young woman standing behind me with 2 of her friends. We exchanged glances and she waved and said "hi"....by that time, the train arrived at Kangnam and I walked out blushing

That was only the first incident

I had this happen to me in the States at bars and in school, but I never expected that kind of treatment in Korea, a place where the hottest of girls are expected to act prude.....what's up with that

[SuperFly]

Lastiatat, that sounds a bit over the top man, are you sure that you're not making this up?

[lastat06513]

no
How can a guy make stuff like this up, it is not something you want to boast with your friends
And I'm not easy....

[Masta_Don]

[periwinkle]

I've had a couple of guys show me their wang on the subway, but that was in Boston. My roomate and I bust out laughing and just pointed at him and started talking about him loud enough for others to hear. Man, I had good times back in college.

Saw a guy whack off on the bus here, but I've told that story before. That was creepy.

Never been frotted, though. That would be nasty~

Sorry, superfly. I hope you told her to go dry hump another dog~

[lastat06513]

See?
There is a double standard here even while talking about men getting sexually harrassed by women.

It seems normal that either an old or unattractive woman might do that to a guy, but if a young, moderately attractive woman does that to a man, the guy is either; 1) Lying 2) something wrong with him or 3)something mentally wrong with her.

Was I supposed to keep on going on the subway in the hopes of getting her number? (at the time, I was already in a relationship with a very attractive girl)- I was neither looking nor expecting any kind of sexual advances, especially on the subway.

And this didn't just happen to me in Korea, one time in high school during a fire drill, my ass was grabbed by a cheerleader. I thought she was crazy because I thought I was the most unattractive dude in school and this happened to me.

And again, Korea was considered a very conservative and restrained society that when it happened(along with the 6 different times I got hit on while riding the subway), I was caught completely off-guard.

I think women can be equally as aggressive as men at times.

[MA_TESOL]

a little off topic,  but I wish my 5th grade teacher. a beautiful native Hawaiin, would of had her way with me.

[Young FRANKenstein]

[lastat06513]

[endo]

[silver_butterfly]

A few months ago my friend and I were actually followed all the way back to my apartment building to right outside my apartment . I didn't notice anything at all until my friend shouted 'OMG!' and I glanced round to see a Korean man 'pleasuring' himself about a metre away from us! I was kinda shocked, but my friend shouted at him to go away, he carried on so she moved towards him and threw her ice-cream at him...he then darted down the steps, she gave false chase, and he was gone oout of the building! We don't know at what point he actually pulled his pants up!!
I was pretty freaked out for a while after that mainly 'cause this guy knew where I lived, the main entrance to my building doesn't lock so anyone can walk in, and it was only 6pm when it happened!!

A week or two later I was walking home with a different friend. We were standing at a crossing and I was telling her the very same story, just when a Korean guy came up behind her and put both arms around her, groping her chest for what seemed like ages...I think she was in shock and not sure how to react so I grabbed his arms and moved them, shouting 'No!' He then proceeded to say 'sorry' numberous times and followed us - we were about 2 minutes away from my apartment so we took a little detour and walked away very fast.

That was a freaky month!!!!!!

[periwinkle]

I recently asked what I should do if something freaky happens on the train, because from what I've read/ heard about, it's HIGHLY unlikely someone will help you. Therefore, it's up to you. There's a phone in the compartment- get on the phone and call the conductor. He will definitely understand "Stop!" Grab a Korean who saw what happened and MAKE them tell the conductor if you can't communicate properly in Korean or the conductor doesn't speak English.

I was also told there are plainclothes subway police (esp. during rush hour) riding on the trains, and there are those poor saps (the subway cops) doing their military service at the train stations, as well (so it's not impossible to catch thieves, pervs, etc.). I was told that frotting is illegal, and the only way to catch the frotter is to call the conductor and make a really big deal about it (squeaky wheel gets the grease).

Also (ladies), tears get more response than anger. People are more likely to help you and respond if you're crying....

P.S. Subway compartments are numbered. Be aware of what subway car you're in (this came in handy once because my husband left his new pair of nikes on the overhead shelf. We told the guy at the subway office, and when the train got to a downline stop, one of the employees retrieved the shoes for us and brought them back on the next incoming train).

[Optimus Prime]

I know what you're thinking: Surreptitiously rubbing one's crotch against nonconsenting women in crowded areas in order to achieve sexual arousal sounds like a walk in the park. But whenever I hear someone talking about how "simple" it must be to be a frotteur, I just have to laugh.

Believe it or not, inconspicuous genital friction is not all fun and games.

Contrary to popular belief, frottage takes hard work and dedication. Unlike building a deck or performing surgery, there are no instruction manuals on how to properly press your *beep* up against someone's hip on a packed train. These are things I had to teach myself. It takes a surprising amount of practice and a fair share of embarrassing failures in front of large groups of people to really get it right.

Most people assume that frottage is as simple as dropping by any cramped or confined space, strolling up to the first unsuspecting female you see, and doing your thing. No way, Jos�. If it were that easy, everyone would be a frotteur.

In reality, you have to consider an almost endless number of variables before you can even think about enjoying the act of secretly stimulating yourself against a bystander's body: leverage, weight distribution, thickness of fabric, momentum�the list goes on. Paying attention to whether your target is carrying any foreign objects in her pockets is also paramount. Grinding your phallus against someone's keys is no fun at all, and barely arousing.

But frottage is not just a science; it's also something of an art. There are certain intangibles that cannot simply be "learned"�like the ability to cup one's hand in a concave semicircle and tap the buttocks of the woman in front of you in such a rhythm that it simulates the unintentional contact of a swinging duffel bag. Not just anyone can pull off that level of furtive sexual pleasure. You've either got it or you don't.

No one thinks about the hours and hours of preparation frottage takes, either. Every single day, I'm up at the crack of dawn to catch the crowded rush-hour train. I bet you're saying, "Hey, a lot of people do that." Well, you try maintaining an erection at 8 a.m. without your morning coffee. Good luck. You also have to contend with factors such as the reshuffling of the crowd at each subway stop, hip-length messenger bags, women who don't tolerate someone vigorously gyrating against them, and a whole bunch of angular geometry that I don't even want to get into. Let's just say it sort of takes all the mystique out of groping.

Now don't get me wrong, there are definitely parts of frottage that are truly rewarding. Like the feeling of your *beep* hardening as you thrust it into a nonconsenting woman's backside, and the part where you ejaculate in your pants. But there are downsides to frottage, too.

Just the other day I was on the train with this beautiful creature in front of me. Everything's going smoothly: I'm leaning in at a nice 80-degree angle, got a good rhythm going, when all of a sudden, the woman starts screaming and hollering. Talk about a mood-killer. Of course, they end up stopping the whole train, so now everyone is mad at me, and I've got two policemen asking me all these personal questions. What a hassle!

Sometimes I wonder why I keep doing this.

It's getting to the point where it's almost impossible to engage in a little frottage without some big commotion. Gone is the golden age of frottage, when the trains would rumble and shake along bumpy tracks, each jostle and jolt sending one's genitals deeper and deeper into an unwitting passenger's side. And women who did realize what was happening would just stand there quietly against the wall while strange men used their stiff, motionless bodies as a means of sexual gratification. Those were the days! Sadly, modern train cars are more spacious, the rides are smoother, and people have changed. It's almost like the world is trying to make it harder for us frotteurs.

My one hope in life is that people will someday see that frotteurs have it no easier than anyone else. The next time you're in a crowded subway and you feel something small and firm bumping against your lower back, it just might be one of us. So show a little respect and let the guy keep going until either he has finished up or it's your stop.

[SuperFly]

Damn dude!

[Masta_Don]