Gay Taxi Driver Novels & Stories

Grumbling, I beelined toward the road, waving down a taxi. “Grand Hall… Montus,” I called out to the driver. He raised his gaze to match mine before adjusting uncomfortably in his seat. “Relax, man. I work as a guard. Nothing else. Just rough all-around edges,” I muttered before throwing a wad of just-stolen cash towards the front seat. He swallowed, tucking down whatever discontent he had before paying his attention back to the road. Pulling out a cigarette and placing it between my lips, I lit the end, exhaling hard as I slouched into the chair, my eyes fixed on the road.

The yellow taxi smelled of pine air freshener and stale burrito. It pulled up to the curb and screeched to a halt. "That'll be twenty credits," the driver grunted, not looking back. Leo Hale—now Leo Smith—stared at the meter. He patted his pockets. He pulled out a crumpled bill Altair had given him. "Keep the change," Leo said grandly, handing over a twenty-five credit note. "Thanks, big spender," the driver rolled his eyes. Leo and Lyra stepped out onto the sidewalk.

“Goodbye, Sir.” “Goodbye, Miss Jones and good luck.” . . . The next morning, a young woman stepped out of a taxi right outside Helena’s Redness and gave the driver her fare. “No need, Miss.” The taxi driver said, refusing the money. “What? Why not?” She asked in surprise. “It’s my good deed for the day.” He replied. “Wow! Thank you then.” She said with a smile. “You’re welcome.” He said. As she walked over to the wine company, the taxi driver shape-shifted into the angel, Gabriel. He watched her go into the building with a smile on his face.

He had watched one too many movies that described situations like this, and all he could think about was that, Damien Romero was in trouble and he’d only managed to escape from his pursuers who set up that accident. What if the pursuers turned on him, the driver, who had only innocently drove him to his destination? The driver was shaking with fear now. He was only a poor immigrant, who had also come into the country illegally. He did not want to be caught up in any trouble with the rich. Fortunately, the Romero Villa’s gate was just up ahead. Soon, the taxi came up to it and the driver stopped at the gate. “Sir, we are here.” He uttered, “Can you please get down from my taxi?”

From this sentence it is clear to Kaya that kissing seen have been buried in that restroom only. This seen in the eyes on Gatlin who is also going to left is like two lovers’ impatience to love each-other. He ordered his driver to drive. The feeling before from rest room became worst, he is irritated by himself, how could he feel jealous for Adair. Then he called his bodyguards not to follow him and asked driver to drive Madison’s house.

Goddess Cali you are a Satan. Cali took a sharp breath as her cheeks got swollen and almost her eyes were blurry when the taxi driver pulled the car in front of her office building. "I think Miss you are forgetting something?" The taxi driver calls Cali who just got out of the car without even paying. "I must be so out of my mind old man sorry I will just pay the amount." Cali took out the cash and gave it to the taxi driver. "Why do you look like trash?" The childish voice rubbed against Cali's collar bone when she turned and came face to face with her subordinate. Who was this again? Waltz? Umm…. Taylor Waltz. Yes, now I remember the supervisor of the market.

Standing by the road, he hailed a taxi and told the driver, "Please wait here, my friend will be here in about five minutes." "Sure, no problem." Jax added, "But she’s drunk, so please be patient with her." The driver’s face changed when he heard this, but Jax already pulled out some cash and handed it over. The driver immediately brightened up and protested that it was too much, but Jax insisted, and the driver took the money. Jax reminded the driver not to mention that he had hailed the taxi and that his friend would pay the fare. After a few exchanges, the driver agreed.

Heath responds this time. “Oh…. Have fun, let me call my son he is a taxi driver,” the lady says fetching her phone. “There is no need we already have someone coming, but next time we will surely have your son drive us,” I reply politely. We had decided on calling Gabriel to drive us around, with all he helped us with when we arrived, he deserved our loyalty. “Oh…. That is alright,” the woman replies sadly, but as soon as Gabriel arrives, she beams, “this is your taxi driver?”

I knew I wasn’t going home alone tonight. By 1 a.m., I finally flagged a yellow taxi outside, I was a live wire…tipsy, shameless, and so fucking ready that the slightest brush of fabric against my bare pussy made me bite back a whimper. I slid into the back seat, knees falling open just enough to feel the cool air tease me, and caught the driver’s eyes in the rearview. The taxi smelled faintly of cheap pine air freshener and someone else’s cigarettes. The driver…broad shoulders, dark hair curling against the collar of his worn leather jacket, hasn’t said more than “Where to?. His eyes kept flicking to the rearview mirror, though. Not the quick professional glance.The kind that made the skin

Sean laughed because Angel's reaction was really funny and adorable. "How? Have you got a taxi yet?" Angel asked the security. "Here's your taxi, miss." Said the security while pointing to a taxi in front of them. The taxi driver gawked with his mouth open. He seemed to enjoy the romantic sight he encountered this morning. Youth is the best.