I’d slide my hand into my pocket and massage the bloated knob until I was just ready to explode then I’d put myself back up against the person and... finish to job, sometimes my timing would be out and I’d end up with a hand full of goo, if I could I’d try to transfer this onto the unsuspecting traveller. When the train was really full I would slowly reach down, pull their skirt or dress up a little and wipe my hand or cock off on the inside of the material, I often imagined what they thought it. “What, you mean I can’t masturbate?”“More than that. You will not touch your tits, you will not stroke any part of your pubic area, and you will particularly not touch your clit unless you get explicit permission from Missy.”Then I leaned in and spoke more softly, “I also mean you are not to wash your cunt unless she gives you permission.”Now she looked shocked. “But…I have a very strong body odor, especially from my cunt. If I don’t wash, my classmates will…”I interrupted her. “I did not ask. I am submitting a story almost five years after my previous submission. Hope you will enjoy it.This real-life incident is from April 2018. I was hanging around and chilling with some friends at Khan Market and having delicious pizza at the Big Chill café. Being Saturday, the group population started dwindling until just me and a friend of mine Sneha were left. We were talking about crushes and best sexual encounters and were completely unaware of the sound level of our conversation.Suddenly, I. .. I was dead, I died, I remember that much at least. Then if I am dead is this heaven or hell?” looking around he saw nothing but lush greenery, the sound of wild birds, no fire or brimstone to speak of. “Yeah… hell alright.” He thought sarcastically. In life he was a good man, thought of himself as such anyway. His line of thought however was cut short as from his head did fall the whitest of hair, curtained his eye as he became perplexed. Reaching up he felt it and saw his hand, it was not.