Ever-Lust-ing

The portmanteau may give you a clue as to what i'll write about. Lust, one of the seven deadly sins the Catholic Church named. It means excessive desire for sex and its many decadent yet pleasurable variations.

With lust comes a fancy sexual fetish that tickles your senses into concocting unlikely situations that's enough to pump up anyone's hidden eroticism. As forbidden as it is, it occurs, and they come at the intersection of right time and stimulating vivid sexual thoughts. Because of this clandestine yet seductive emotion bursts, the pornography industry, both heterosexual and homosexual, has capitalized on it and has mainstreamed the once-intimate scenario. Truly, sex sells.

I myself have my own lustful thoughts and as much as I'd like to combat and avoid entertaining it, maybe discussing it can alleviate it's seducing power to overtake me. Let me discuss mine. I have a somewhat strange but erotically strong fetish over taxi drivers, those young, hot and with machismo and libido oozing out of them. Thinking about having sex with turns me on so much, that when I take the cab/taxi, I imagine myself flirting with the driver and seducing him into going in some motel along EDSA and getting laid...in the afternoon. To be honest, there's one time I took the cab and the driver met the criteria I mentioned earlier (young, hot and with machismo and libido oozing out of him), he was cute apart from that and his dark moreno skin made him a little more desirable. The thing that dissuaded me (a little bit) from him was that he overcharged me. Anyways, my horno-meter went berserk when he kept telliong me, while we were in EDSA that he was sleepy. To be honest, I thought, hey, you should take me to my destination first before you go doze off. I also thought that this could bh a very subtle invitation to that illicit but pushing-the-envelope type of one-afternoon-stand sex. I thought of it after some time but I didn't entertain it because the taxi driver could be straight and if I pounce on him, he might throw me out of his taxi, in the middle of traffic EDSA.

Sometimes when I'm alone I imagine the scenario of a male passenger and male taxi driver, the surge of homoerotic wave awashing them, taxi driver sublty touches his crotch, passenger enticed to touch his, or the taxi driver's, they look straight to the eye: they agree to take a detour to some motel and then do the homosexual deed: both guys take off their clothes till they're barenaked, discreet passenger grabs the horny taxi driver's flaccid dick, taking it into his mouth, eating it like a Christmas pixie candy, the taxi driver loves that his stick is getting cleaned. Taxi driver's dick gets big and hard, his cock wanting more saliva and tongue action, passenger gives what taxi driver wants, both are lost in passion, he blows, he moans. Taxi driver's cock is really hard and wants to penetrate passenger's tight booty, passenger eats taxi driver's juicy balls, licks it like round lollipops, playing it on his mouth with his tongue, taxi driver loves the hedonistic adoration on his genitals, taxi driver's really horny now and wants to do some penetration. Passenger concedes but lubes up the hairy and hard bursting pipe, puts on rubber (proftection y'all). Taxi driver bores into passenger's butt, passenger finds it painful but begins to take pleasure of the drilling action. Passenger moans with delight, licking his own lips, taxi driver is lost in sexual euphoria, his masculinity is bolstered by his dominance over the passenger. He controls the trip and passenger takes his ride, taxi driver controls the spped of the trip and passenger has got to hold on to keep up. Taxi driver plows his cock in the passengers ass deeper like digging gold. Passenger digs it, the tightness that is rudely broken by the taxi driver, slowly giving way. Taxi driver reaches home stretch while passenger plays his own hardened cock, synchronizing his nirvana trip with the taxi drivers', both are now in the heavens, completely lost in erotic utopia and upon reaching nirvana, taxi driver's seeds were sown, followed by the passengers'. They come with a passionate (and plenty of) explosion, seeds sown off everywhere, from the motel's bed to their own sizzling bodies.

Both clean up, both go to the bathroom, wash off the seeds sown, but passenger hasn't had enough, passenger wants to do some more pipe cleaning, taxi driver obliges, taxi driver is once again swept by passion, his manhood tells it, passenger just can't get enough of the bursting pipe. Passenger eats the footlong with a passion, taxi driver gets hard again, his areolas get erect, the cold water running through his body offsets his own heat, passenger cleans some more, salivating, maximizing the length of taxi driver's manhood, eating his orbs like two century eggs, taxi driver once again reaches for the stars and sows his seed in passenger's food receiver. Passenger loves the manjuice he was fed with, both cleaned up for good, put on their clothes, takes the cab and off they went to passenger's destination. While on trip, passenger touches taxi driver's manbulge, taxi driver likes it, he loves the fact that his masculinity is given its proper adoration, taxi driver gets hard again but it ends there as passenger reaches his destination. There will be a next time, there will be, passenger before getting off the taxi got taxi driver's number, they'll go to utopia next time, next time, they'll go to utopia.

So that's it, at least part of it. I have one more, but i'll tell you next time ok?