r/DesiGroping

Going out braless

Hi
Please share your favourite spot for groping.
Mine is railway station

Thinking about doing this again....

If anything, I get off remembering the incidents and narrating them when asked. Some of it is definitely criminal, but none of it has affected me negatively. I love sex, I love it rough, i've learned to appreciate both pain and pleasure and I like that I learnt to submit to men from a young age. Im no feminist with a man - just a bunch of wet holes that need filling, a slut that needs name-calling and being treated like a whore. I love it.

It has made me who I am, and I enjoy that slutty, dirty woman who is ruled by her cunt... Who will bend over if told to....

If you are over 45 years old, PLEASE ping me, I will be your nasty, slutty girl....

So, I get onto a very crowded metro. I squeeze myself through the crowd to move away from the entrance and try to find a little spot for myself but there isn't any. Noticing me struggling to carry myself in a sari (and maybe how good I look in it), you kindly offer me the corner you were standing in. I gratefully take up on your offer, and soon after I've settled you realize how close I am to you... with me basically standing with my back to your chest. You instinctively shift back a little, only to get shoved forward again by the swelling crowd. "Oh, sorry... I didn't mean to," you murmur. "It's okay," I reply.

More people get on, and it's ridiculous how we're all expected to just make it work. We're standing so close that you can totally smell my perfume mixed with my sweat. You gently let your fingers graze the back of my thigh through my sari as if on accident. "Sorry... I didn't—" you say quietly, but then you see that I haven't noticed.

Whenever train speeds up, physics does its thing and I shift my weight closer to you, unintentionally leaning into your body. It must be tempting for you to reach out and touch me again. You carefully place your hand on me, softly feeling over my ass and gently squeezing... just enough that it can't be mistaken for an accident this time. I glance back at you, and you try so hard to avoid my gaze. What all must be going on in your mind!  But I don't say anything, and go back to checking my phone.

In the ruckus of people getting on and off the train, you're pushed into me again... and this time, your hand accidentally grazes the bare skin of my waist, exposed by my sari. I glance back at you again, but yet again don't say a word. We're standing so close that I can feel your breath on my neck... it must be all too easy to grope me however you wanted to.

You decide to feel brave, and put your left hand on me and gently squeeze my exposed waist. No response from me, I don't even turn back to look at you. You can see that I closed my eyes in response, and you know I liked it. My silence becomes your encouragement, and your grip on me tightens. A quiet moan escapes my lips, and hearing me like that snaps something in your mind. You escalate things by moving your hand up to my boob under my sari, feeling it through my blouse. I gasp audibly, and turn back to look at you, only now properly seeing your face. A naughty grin is on your face and a shy smile perks up on mine.

You push yourself more onto me, and I don’t even think the crowd had anything to do with it this time. Through the layers of my sari and your pants, I can faintly feel your hardness against my ass. If anyone were looking at us, they would only see our backs and assume we’re standing really close (and maybe even mistake us for a couple)—but that would just be because of how crowded it is... they would be oblivious to where your hand really is. You begin to fondle my boob, and more moans slip from my lips and get lost in the noises of the crowded train. I can feel you breathing me in as your fingers brush over my hardened nipple. I press myself more firmly against you, sliding my ass back to really feel how hard you are. 

You move your hand down to quickly adjust your pants... for me to rub my ass better against your bulge. Your hand goes back to fondling my boob, squeezing my waist on the way. You blow warm air onto my exposed, sweaty neck and I turn to look at you with a needy expression. Just as our eyes meet you squeeze my breast hard... and a kinda-loud-but-not-actually-loud moan escapes my lips, right into your face. Just then, there's an announcement notifying that the next stop is the one where I have to get off. I quickly straighten myself and move toward the exit without looking back at you. My heart is pounding with mixed emotions.

As I get off the train and walk towards the station exit, I hear someone shouting behind me: “Hellooo… excuse me…”

I’m almost sure it’s you, but I don’t stop or turn around as my feelings are still tangled, and you’re still just a stranger. But you run to catch up with me, waving my card in your hand. “You dropped this,” you say. It must have slipped when I was straightening myself and exiting the train quickly. I take it and thank you, looking right at you awkwardly.

You break the awkward silence by saying, "So....... you seemed to have enjoyed that..."

I can't help but blush as I whisper, “Yes.”

"I did too," you admit. Awkward silence again. "So... you like being groped by strangers like that...?" you ask.

I get all flustered, and only respond with a small, shy smile.

“Did you… is this even your stop?” I ask.

You shake your head. “No. I only got off for you.”

I thank you again, and as you turn to leave, I say, “I’ll be on the same train again tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah? Then I’ll be there too,” you reply and run back to catch your train.

Hi, I'm Noor. 21F, Pakistani Muslim girl from Punjab. Slim, fair skin, long black hair, big innocent eyes but a body made for sin.

I'm still a complete virgin — virgin pussy, virgin mouth, and virgin asshole. But I’ve been fantasizing constantly about a strong Hindu bull claiming me and destroying every bit of my Muslim purity.

I want you to convert me properly and make me your personal haram fucktoy.

I need a dominant Hindu man who will:

• Fuck the shit out of me in every hole with zero mercy. Stretch me open and turn me into a cock-addicted slut for Hindu dick.
• Feed me everything that’s haram — pork, alcohol (get me properly drunk and fuck me senseless), and anything else that makes me a bad Muslim girl.
• Make me renounce my faith while you’re balls deep inside me. Call me your converted Muslim whore as you breed me.
• Gamble me away to your Hindu friends and let them use me as a freeuse slut whenever they want.
• Fuck me hard and ruin me completely before my family marries me off to some boring Muslim guy. I want to walk into that marriage already owned and corrupted by a Hindu bull.

The dirtier, more degrading, and more taboo — the wetter I get. I want to be fully corrupted.

If you’re a Hindu guy (preferably older, dominant, and well-hung) who knows how to handle a young Muslim virgin and turn her into his personal haram cumdump and freeuse fucktoy, message me. Tell me exactly how you’d break me first.

Serious replies only. Punjab/Lahore/Delhi region preferred but open to genuine bulls who mean it.

Let’s make me haram together. 🕌➡️🛕

(18+ only. This is not just roleplay.)

RAIPUR STADIUM WAS FULLLLLL OF exhibishionist femaless.....they loved showing their skin IN RCB vs MI match at naya raipur...anyone to talk on it ?... ANY FEMALE WHO WAS IN THE STADIUM ?? by any chance