Done to death?

deliciously_naughty

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I'm toying with an idea of a back-of-the-cab encounter, but I'm wondering if the theme has been done to death by my fellow urbanites.

(small rant ensues)
Of course we're working on the assumption that I'll have time to write before the semester break in december. I still have chapters 3-5 to finish of wesley's woman too. I have it all mapped out, but I just don't have any time right now. I can't wait until I have my laptop. Then I can write on the go :)
(end of rant)

but seriously? Back of cab?
 
re: Done to Death

"Done to Death"

You had my hopes up of a new category called necrophilia. :D
 
Back Of Cab

It is my opinion that almost every idea has been used and done to death on Literotica. The trick is to give it a spin, to make it yours and unique.

Don't make the fact that they're doing it in the back of the cab the twist, or you might end up with, not a boring story, but one that people might not be interested in reading. Give them something really exciting that they're doing in the back of the cab, is what I think. See, I'm not clever enough to think of anything that I could suggest, but...yeah...

Chicklet
 
personally, I never get tired of back of the cab adventures- although I agree, the interest is in the twist, not the setting. It just a fun setting off which to hang anything from exhibitionism to group to Loving wife, Lesbian....

how about this

" It wa pouring rain, andjust as I entered th last cab at the Airpor through the left door, a tall man entered through the right door."
 
grin...actually I was going to start it with something like

"It was one of those days where everything was going wrong. I'd overslept, forgot my subway pass, somehow ended up with a massive hole in my pantyhose, and now I'd managed to break the heel on one of my shoes. It was time to throw in the towl. I looked down Lexington Ave, raised my arm and signaled a cab....who flew right by me. I began to limp awkwardly up the street, keeping an eye out for a cab. Five or ten drove by, all with passengers.

To make my day complete, the rain that had been threatening all day burst out of the clouds and I was quickly soaked to the skin. I was ready to start crying or kill someone. I saw another cab and let my frustration out in my scream of "Taxi!!!!" The cab pulled over about 20 feet ahead of me and just as I was limping up to the door, a man rushed out from the building and moved to get into the cab. I limped as quickly as one heel and one heelless shoe would allow and began to tell him off in no uncertain terms that *that* cab was MINE. He took one look at my bedraggled self and I could tell he was hiding a grin. He asked if he could share it with me.

"Fine, whatever" I mutterred and climbed into the cab, finally able to remove both shoes. I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes. "I'm at 90th and 9th" The man slammed the door shut and I heard him say "110th and ffith". We were on 14th street, which meant at least a 40 minute cab ride at this hour and in this weather. Just great....."
 
I have several potential twists, including my favorite which is that the stranger in the cab turns out to be my boyfriends brother. Which of course leads into a more complex story line after the point of revelation.
 
I agree with Chicklet ( dare I disagree?)
I love the opening, wit the twist. I look forward to you having time to write it .:)
 
So today was my first full day off from work, so being a good girl I finished chapter 3 of Wesley's woman and set myself up with a cliffhanger. I also got started on the taxi story.
 
deliciously_naughty said:
So today was my first full day off from work, so being a good girl I finished chapter 3 of Wesley's woman and set myself up with a cliffhanger. I also got started on the taxi story.

exxxxcelllent
glad you decided to write it. Looking forward to the "twist"
 
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