I loved teasing the men I passed on the street. They literally devoured me with their eyes; those were intense, lustful gazes full of desire, almost palpable in the air. The thrill was so intense that more than once, I arrived at my destination with my panties soaked in pleasure. I recall a couple of times noticing someone following me about 25 meters behind. I'd catch on because at every street corner, the guy would turn in the same direction as me. This happens quite often and doesn't raise suspicion if he turns once or twice in your direction, but it becomes noticeable after the sixth time. The first time, I felt uncomfortable, even slightly scared, but deep down, what I really felt was adrenaline and excitement, which only made me more aroused. What many women would find unpleasant, I found fun and exhilarating. I know it's a bit strange, but everyone has their kinks.
Once I got home after my entertaining journey, I couldn't handle the intense desires those looks had stirred in me. I needed to quench my lust by frantically masturbating. Amid desperate moans of pleasure, I would whisper, "Touch me more, sir, slide your hand under my skirt and touch me all over, I'm just a playful little minx who never learns her lesson..."
Nothing ever happened, though; the men from my country had always been quite insecure and passive, and that fantasy never came true. But everything changed with the arrival of these new men. These men, they sensed a girl's desire instantly and, like hunters, they wouldn't rest until they'd caught their prey...
Vito
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