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OOC: This role play is mainly in fun, it holds no major theme or plot...just good ole' fashioned sex!!! (Of the voyeuristic kind too!) The lead female role is to be played by me. I need at lest one lead male role. Anyone who wants to join in may, but maybe as a voyeur unless invited directly into the sex act. I'm not looking for an open orgy in the beginning anyway.
The setting is a subway. Starts off slowly, with a voyeuristic show, then moves to a crowded subway car with a daring person, etc.
IC:
Carefully I peeked over the corner of my magazine. Sure enough, he was looking at me still. I know I should have been creeped out by this, but I was intrigued instead. There was something...almost erotic...about the way he looked at me. It was as if he had been driven by pure lust and nothing more.
The more he looked at me, the more I wanted him to! I peeked over the corner of my magazine again as I slowly began to part my legs. Like the first time, his eyes drifted towards my crotch. I stopped once my legs were a foot apart.
I had been wearing black, sheer thigh highs and a garter belt under my business-like skirt. No panties. Being an exhibitionist, I got a certain thrill out of teasing helpless men. It was almost like a drug for me. I was hooked on the power it gave me over men.
The look on the man's face told me that he had a painful erection building in his pants. I giggled softly. It was working! I spread my legs half a foot farther. I knew I had him "trapped" now...
IC:
Carefully I peeked over the corner of my magazine. Sure enough, he was looking at me still. I know I should have been creeped out by this, but I was intrigued instead. There was something...almost erotic...about the way he looked at me. It was as if he had been driven by pure lust and nothing more.
The more he looked at me, the more I wanted him to! I peeked over the corner of my magazine again as I slowly began to part my legs. Like the first time, his eyes drifted towards my crotch. I stopped once my legs were a foot apart.
I had been wearing black, sheer thigh highs and a garter belt under my business-like skirt. No panties. Being an exhibitionist, I got a certain thrill out of teasing helpless men. It was almost like a drug for me. I was hooked on the power it gave me over men.
The look on the man's face told me that he had a painful erection building in his pants. I giggled softly. It was working! I spread my legs half a foot farther. I knew I had him "trapped" now...