Two years into my marriage, work was grueling, my husband was uncooperative with housework, and on top of that, we were sexless. My stress had reached its limit. One day, as usual, I fell asleep on the last train home and encountered a molester. When I woke up, there was warm semen in my hand. Disgust gave way to desire, and I masturbated while smelling it. A few days later, when I encountered the same molester again, anticipation outweighed fear, and I didn't resist his approaching hand…
