Forbidden Thoughts

Yes, I forbid saying them out loud. That's why I just say them all in my head.

There was one time, actually just last Thursday when I rode the FX before going to work, when I felt that familiar, carnal desire to ... engage myself in some casual fornication, of similar gender. Why I ended up feeling like that was because of this. I was seated in front of the FX, to my left is the driver and to my right is another passenger. Since between me and the driver is the vehicle's brakes, which he frequently uses (no pun intended, yet), his hand somehow kept brushing my right hand. I couldn't put my right hand anywhere else because then, it would be too uncomfortable to me, so I decided to just leave it as it is. The whole "accidental" hand-brushing thing went on for the duration of the trip, but in the middle of the trip, I felt really awkward, followed by being ... risque. What made me feel that carnal-esque surge was when the FX driver, after accidentally brushing his hand against mine, placed that same hand near his crotch. That's when I really felt something bulge between my legs, not to mention that he looked at the window to our right (I thought he was looking at me) so I thought he probably glanced at me. It was really awkward but so damn horny all at the same time. Strange, but I like it. Those porn images started flashing in my head, and a little imagination helped as well. The driver kind of had that horny masculine aura around him, bolstering my carnal disillusionment. But alas, like any sex drives, it faded when I reached my destination. It may have faded, but I will never forget that scene. I guess that's an additional fetish recollections I'll rack up my brains when I masturbate.

Until next time perhaps?