frottage, anyone?

[bookworm69]

frottage, anyone?

would love to read stories involving frontage. . . . I had a real experience in an elevator once where I was semi-hard and a young woman moved against me, found my swollen member and proceeded to press and grind against it with her big, knowing ass. many years later I still think about it . . .

and think that there might be a good story about that.

 

[maidou]

A memory in my past has pushed the desire to find the young man I met in the elevator. His member was so incredible I remember the voltage of the pulsating sensation beating against me. I imagine the pulsating veins beating for lust for hot...wild continious sweet between our bodies.

I was shopping last Tuesday, when I though I recognize that same young man, but not getting a great look of his face, I imagine the position of his member that day. In hopes that was him, the twitching between my legs, made the desire even more realistic.

As I watched him from afar, I became wet with desire.

 

[Akito01]

I always thought it was called 'frottage', but in any event, I definitely agree that there is potential in a story based on this fetish. A lot of it tends to go on in the Tokyo subway system, I'm led to understand.

 

[snooper]

... A lot of it tends to go on in the Tokyo subway system, I'm led to understand.

Is that where they have the sign in the lift (US=elevator):

Kindly do not interfere with buttons which do not concern you.

 

[avalon_sunset]

...and the other way...

Hi all,
I remember once, in a bar in Edinburgh, UK. I was with friends pushing through a large crowd, my hand in my trouser pocket when I rubbed against a young girls bottom. I was amused at the look of humourous horror on her face when she thought she was being rubbed by a stiffy!

Anyway, I have been in situations where I have enjoyed the lovely feel of a womans breasts on my arm or back in a crowd. I especially love the feeling of a boob on my arm when I am talking to the woman. I know it sounds niave, but I am not sure if it has any meaning; I mean, in a public situation, perfectly casual, looking at some photgraphs and a woman presses her lovely breasts into my forearm! Is it deliberate? Is it possible that she does not feel it? Deliberate or not, it is a thrill, cheap maybe, but pleasant.

Also, it is amazing how experiences in our youth can stay with us and give us pleasure or longing. I remember my friends mum, when I was about 13, wearing a low cut summer frock, showing her small boobs held by a white bra. Thinking back, I often wonder if she did it deliberately; not a thought that occured to me at the time though. Sigh!

My respects to all here.
avalon

 

[bookworm69]

yes, frottage it is

I always thought it was called 'frottage', but in any event, I definitely agree that there is potential in a story based on this fetish. A lot of it tends to go on in the Tokyo subway system, I'm led to understand.

Akito, you are totally correct . . . frottage it is. I guess I was thinking about my "front-age" area. tee-hee.

would love to hear more about the scene at the Tokyo subway or anywhere else for that matter.

 

[bookworm69]

Re: ...and the other way...

Hi all,
I remember once, in a bar in Edinburgh, UK. I was with friends pushing through a large crowd, my hand in my trouser pocket when I rubbed against a young girls bottom. I was amused at the look of humourous horror on her face when she thought she was being rubbed by a stiffy!

Anyway, I have been in situations where I have enjoyed the lovely feel of a womans breasts on my arm or back in a crowd. I especially love the feeling of a boob on my arm when I am talking to the woman. I know it sounds niave, but I am not sure if it has any meaning; I mean, in a public situation, perfectly casual, looking at some photgraphs and a woman presses her lovely breasts into my forearm! Is it deliberate? Is it possible that she does not feel it? Deliberate or not, it is a thrill, cheap maybe, but pleasant.

Also, it is amazing how experiences in our youth can stay with us and give us pleasure or longing. I remember my friends mum, when I was about 13, wearing a low cut summer frock, showing her small boobs held by a white bra. Thinking back, I often wonder if she did it deliberately; not a thought that occured to me at the time though. Sigh!

My respects to all here.
avalon

I've experienced this as well in bars, where women press their bosom as they walk pass or lean in extra hard it seems when ordering a drink. I think that they do this on purpose to elicit a reaction. Women, your thoughts, please?

 

[LuvAznNurses]

Nothing like getting a feel in public without them knowing love it when girls get close and press their lovely tits against me or grinding on me on the dance floor

 

[bookworm69]

frottage

seems to me crowded public scenes, like trains, buses and public arenas would be perfect places for frottage . . . .

does anyone have any further thoughts???

 

[snooper]

Re: frottage

... does anyone have any further thoughts???

yes <sighs> it never happens to me.

 

[avalon_sunset]

Frottage fantasy

I thought I'd share this, as it was generated by my visit to this thread.
Respect.
avalon


The woman in the queue a little way ahead of me looks so eye catching. I love women in suits and I needed to know if she wore a blouse AND a camisol top. This is so feminine and sexy. I tried to manouvre when the lft came so that I ccould be in front of her, then I can discretely check her out. Good luck, I am closer than I expected. Just before the door closes there is a call for help. A young mother with babe in wheelchair needs to get in. We all shuffle about and I am pushed close to her, but now, I am behind her. HELL!

The people all move around helpfully, many smiling at the young baby looking up at us. I stand away a bit more and suddenly I realise that the back of my hand is on the smart woman's buttock. I am shocked at the beautiful feel of her soft-firm flesh through the smooth, tight fitting skirt; I feel the heat from her mature body. I daren't move my hand in case she realises I am touching her, I should have moved it immediately if I wanted to.

The lift gently jerks us upward and I glance at the woman. I can smell her perfume, sexy and subtle, maybe expensive; only people close to her can smell this. My hand is in heaven and I keep it so still. At the next floor, more people come in and I can move now legitimately. I lift my hand and place the heated part in my other palm, spreading the impression that she gave me. As I stand here, she moves closer. Now, my tool rubs into her! Her hair brushes against my face and she moves again, closer. My tool, already twitching with pleasure grows slowly. I try to stop this in case I offend her but I can do little about it.

I try to move but this just slots the long fool between her amazing buttocks. The woman shows no sign of awareness and painfully for me, my tool grows to solid maximum stiffness. I look at her through glazed eyes as she shuffles things in her small handbag. She does not move for the next minute, my cock tingling and buzzing against her burning bum. I have a brief fantasy image of her bending over, in private, maybe her office and ordering me to lick her anus. I'd do this gladely if I could, but she does not even know I am so close - or does she?

In a few seconds, the doors open and the people nearest them, leave along with the young mother and pram. We have plenty of room but the woman stays in front of me, close still.
"Oh god, does she know what I am doing, does she know what SHE is doing?" My mind is in a turmoil now. I do not even notice that the lift has moved and has again stopped. As the doors open the beautiful woman moves from me. She does not even look back or even show any sign of acknowledging me. I watch as she leaves, my cock feeling the coolness on my trousers where she once touched me. I need to explode, but I can't do it here. I am still confused when the doors close and take me back down to the bottom of the building. The doors open and my tool has cooled a bit. I pull my jacket in front of me and walk like a youngster, bent forward, through the store's ground floor to the main exit. In the street, I feel the cool breeze on my red face. I walk to a bench and sit down completely blown away. I forget my way to work, just feeling the warmth of the sun on my thigh. The warmth is returning to my body, but I shall miss the sensation of this woman's flesh. I will never even know who she is, but I'll never forget her. I am so in love.

 

[fogbank]

Great stuff, Avalon! True story? Certainly has a 'real' feel to it, rather than the situations where this sort of scenario leads to full sex once everyone else gets off the elevator. There's something appealling about the inevitable disappointment of these chance encounters.

 

[tmmmbrrr]

Gee...

This term - frottage - certainly has evolved in common usage in the last 15 years. By comparison to now, I prefer this understanding (see above) of the (admittedly stupid, made-up) word. More is left to the imagination, which often (if not usually) is better than sex.

 

[DarkPleasures]

Gee...

This term - frottage - certainly has evolved in common usage in the last 15 years. By comparison to now, I prefer this understanding (see above) of the (admittedly stupid, made-up) word. More is left to the imagination, which often (if not usually) is better than sex.

Do you have a story idea to go with your 16 year bump?

 

[davion2308]

Here's one

I imagine a story where a young woman, 19 or 20, is on vacation with her family and she purposefully sits away from them on public transportation to try to gain her independence. She's shy, a mouse, and would never do this but she's challenging herself.

Then a man sits next to her and leans over her to look out the window of the bus/train/whatever. He puts his hand on her knee to steady himself and when she doesn't move it because she's shy, it inches ever so slowly upward. She's panicking on the inside but she's not bold enough or aggressive enough to stop him so his hand creeps up higher and higher, between her legs. He takes her hand and puts it in his lap and rubs himself and she's ashamed and creeped out and can't do anything but she's kind of turned on.

How's it end? You decide.

 

[Carnevil9]

Frottage Zombie!!

My understanding of the term is that frottage, technically, can include any sexual but non-penetrative rubbing, such as dry humping, tribbing, thigh-fucking, or even tit-fucking. But if you trust the porn sites, it seems that the current use of the term is mostly for penis-to-penis rubbing, performed either by the owners of the penii, or by a third party, usually a topless woman.

Class dismissed. Now on to the story idea:

It seems like it would be a good Act I in a "gay seduction of straight dude" story, possibly occurring in a locker room or communal shower, or maybe a swimming pool or hot tub.

 

[Jamie_and_Lisa]

I always thought it was called 'frottage'...

Damn,

(From a real estate sign.) 500' Frontage +/- 5ac Zoned C-3 Call...

 

[sirhugs]

Do you have a story idea to go with your 16 year bump?

an oldie but a goodie...

not just the thread...

that could be title of a tale where the young woman (18+ of course) feels safe getting into the elevator because the only other occupant, though male, must be at least 80... what could possibly happen?

do I need to say more than "hilarity ensues"?

if you want to take Carney' s interpretation, substitute a young sexually inexperienced and insecure guy for the gal.

 

[FINLEYDIXON]

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[Rob_Royale]

Ah, the Return of the Zombie Thread.

 

[Rustyoznail]

Could be worse. I initially read it as "Fromage, anyone".

 

[NegateGivity]

Man this thread is old enough to vote.