Perverse as it sounds to me.  I find myself shivering not in fear,  but in anticipation.   As the stranger I just flagrantly taunted into feeling me.  Suddenly  he has pulled his fingers out of me.  Balling them into a fist and pressing them against my puffy swollen petals.   I should be scared,  angry about this.    Instead I feel a thrill.   It is as if I have awaken shed off the blinders and shackles that have long ruled my life.   Open me to a whole new world.  For the old me would have screamed or/and even run from such a thing.   Not after today,  I now crave it and want it.  In response I show my desire and wants by grinding down on his fist.   Smearing my arousal onto his bare knuckles.   The fact I do this in a crowded mall, makes no difference.  It only adds to the growing excitement.   I feel like a woman in the moment.   A rebel that suddenly has a cause.   I also realize I will be labeled for this day.  A whore,  a slut, it doesn't matter,  perhaps I am all of those things and more.