Even after my years in cities I still get a buzz from stepping into a taxi, instructing the driver and being taken where I want to go. There's a subtle erotic pleasure in submitting to the confinement, being conducted through the traffic, and the possibility that this car could be going anywhere.
Then there is the addictive electricity of being driven to meet someone, anticipation and anxiety bumping up against each other while the car approaches the destination.
I will be naked within minutes of standing up from this seat.
But it isn't just the anticipation, it's the sense of being taken away. Even for just a little while.
Then there is the addictive electricity of being driven to meet someone, anticipation and anxiety bumping up against each other while the car approaches the destination.
I will be naked within minutes of standing up from this seat.
But it isn't just the anticipation, it's the sense of being taken away. Even for just a little while.
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If only taxis weren't ruinous and impractical in LA -- they'd be fun to take, I think.
Glad you're blogging more, Mon. :) Your posts are like taxis, in a way -- a vehicle to escape into another world, for a little while.
Black cab's, such a delight and so much fun to have in the leather darkness of the seats at the back, running through the sights of the city.
The city never grows old.
xx
Taxis are largely non-erotic where I live, so you're a lucky man if they do it for you! I do enjoy the sitting-next-to-someone part, however... particularly if you've only just met within an hour or so.
I am about to take the train into London for just such an assignation. Perhaps I will take a black cab from the station instead of the tube...
Hi there. Just stumbled across your blog, and think it's great. I'd love to link you. I've actually only been in a taxi once - one of the most un-erotic experiences I've had =) Love what you had to say about them though.
Very intersting!
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