Being Groped in public

My idea of proper groping is touching your body everywhere while acting decently normal. Would love to talk though different situations with a female.
I WISH HE WOULD BE HERE WITH ME AND I AM EVERYTHING THAT HE DESIRES: Groping under the right circumstances is something I never get enough from and what I desire in those moments when he would at the same time whisper his succulent fantasies into my ready ear. Short words, plosive and hissing--that he whispers repeatedly.

VIEWPOINTS FROM A CAFE: My favorite shopping has always been at the ‘Mall of Emirates’ and often afterwards sitting at Paul Café on the ground floor. I love looking at peoples faces. My imagination always eyeing and wandering around for that certain someone…a man that may fit my secret D/s needs and wants. Wishing that he will know and sense my longings the very moment he is laying his eyes on me. Once under his control, I will then explore and act upon some of his own fantasies. What exactly are his thoughts? She is hot? She must be a submissive? Will he insist for me to following all of his instructions and those becoming bolder and more explicit? Or that he does not have name for me, as long as I am enough to fill his visual hunger? No doubt many of the passing men will be noticing my ruby shimmering lipliner and cherishing that hushed look I present so very well. Being looked over of course causes me to squirm and fidget in my café seat, dissolving and conforming to the whims of the moment and reflecting my emotional and submissive vulnerability.

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I got stuck in a stampede of people leaving a hockey game one time. Afterward I felt stupid I did not take advantage and do more to feel more. I bumped some nice ass.
Next chance I had was leaving an Eric Clapton concert. Something happened or started happening and the crowd all pushed in one direction. I touched through fabric pussy and tits. I was completely erect just floating in that crowd. At some points so tight my feet were not touching the ground. Someone kissed me but I don't know if she was one that I cupped. The woman I was with was pissed when we finally made it outside. Fussing how she had been touched. I asked, was it like this? I got laid that night and good. But never let on it was me.
 
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