Frottage might be one of my favorite words but, when it happens to me, it's one of my least favorite acts.
As to best define the act, I've requested the help of one dictionary.com.
Frottage: The act of rubbing against the body of another person, as in a crowd, to attain sexual gratification.
You don't have to be naked to frottage, and frottage happens anywhere that one person can, if so desired, rub up on another person. Places like the subway, Times Square at Rush Hour or a Ben Harper concert are prime examples of places where "stranger skin" to "stranger skin" contact so often occurs.
To me, it happened on the subway last night..heading downtown on the four train just after work. I was completely absorbed in my book at the time (Herman Hesse's Narcissus and Goldmund) and wanted to finish the last few pages. I thought the train was really crowded as I grabbed on to one of the silver handrails positioned over the seated passengers and continued to read as the train doors closed. I didn't think much of the warm body pressed directly in my ass cheeks, and I kept on reading.
At about 23rd Street the person in my butt became a sheer annoyance and I decided to see why this woman had decided to stand so close. (I had thought a woman was standing behind me on the train this whole time) but when I turend around I was both surprised and disgusted. It was a fat, short, greasy man with plenty of elbow space who didn't need to be in my butt on the damn four train. I gave him an evil eye and slid away a bit, but it was too late. I had already felt violated. And angry. For not spitting in his eye for getting too close.
I got off at the next stop. But it didn't matter...I had been frottaged.
Sometimes it doesn't matter how strong I am, I still feel weak.
Posted by jamye at June 30, 2021 11:59 AM