"What happens when there's not enough room?"
I was getting ready for a night of dancing when the doorbell rang. The mirror was covered in a dozen rejected outfits, each one tossed aside after a few minutes of self-scrutiny. My friend—well, acquaintance was probably the better word—was...
"I had sex with my husband and the cab driver on the ride home from a party."
It had been a fun night with friends. My husband and I had a lot to drink. Too wasted to drive, we decided to do the safe thing and call for a cab to take us home.It was a thirty-minute...
"Good things come to those who wait."
Her flight had landed. At the bag carousel, I waited and waited. Finally, she appeared: silk top, pencil skirt, dark stockings, low heels. We both smiled. Passionately, we kissed, claimed the last remaining bag, then hailed a cab.Barely en route,...
"Annie calls a cab, asks driver to masturbate for her, things progress from there"
Annie Bradford, a highly respected College Dean from Minneapolis, Minnesota, was visiting some colleagues at Emory University in Atlanta, in hope of enticing one of them to accept a position at her university. Annie was a very young forty and divorced...
"As her lips neared the swollen cockhead, Gwen remembered the cabbie. Let him watch."
The old-style Checker cab inched away from the congested airport loading zone,then pulled out into the cold, rainy January evening and headed for a downtown hotel. Inside, Gwen studied Mark's face. For all she knew, he might have found someone...