The other day, I experienced my first molestation on a train. Yesterday, even though my husband was right beside me, I couldn't bring myself to wake him, and before I knew it, I was gushing arousal, soaking my underwear. Soon, I became obsessed with fantasies of my body being defiled by the molester's lewd hands, finally acknowledging my own desires. And today, I'm about to board that same train again—without wearing any underwear.