My Taxicab Confessions
Posted Mar 27, 2011 by SlyFoxxy | 865 views | 0 comments
I am one of
those people who feel at home telling strangers my secret because I know I will
never see them again. My favorite people are drivers. They have been the
priests to my taxicab confessions. Cab fare in New York is expensive and I tell
myself, I getting my money’s worth. Cab drivers are mostly nice in that regard;
they’ll listen patiently and when they tire, they’ll hurry me to my
destination, which in a busy city is a plus.
Every day as I leave work, I confessed every indiscretion, bad thought and gossip to these drivers. Maybe I haven’t been noticing but I don’t think I have ever met any driver twice. I specially enjoy describing all the fine details of my and my friends’ sexual escapades. I can see the discomfort and eagerness in their eyes. I’ve even caused a few accidents this way. It’s so naughty and I feel alive when I see the desire in their eyes as I get off.
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