Let me prelude this by saying that when I first met my husband, he didn’t seem like he was the kind of man who thought about sex a lot. He was kind and sweet, I even thought he might be a little bit boring.
When I told him that I was into BDSM, his first reaction was “eww”. Fast-forward twenty years, he’s probably got the bug worse than I do!
So tonight, he makes a reference to Fake Taxi, then, realising that he’d overdivulged, he quickly denies all knowledge of it. I, of course, do know what Fake Taxi is – I too was young, single and horny once!
So queue me teasing him about it, pretending that I’d never heard of it. He calls me a “shit liar” and I say how awful it is, someone pretending to be a taxi to have sex with young women. I should say here that I’ve done a bit of acting in my time – not on TV, but a few plays and such.
Well, I eventually revealed my hand. I straddled his lap, kissed him and told him that of course I know about Fake Taxi – and Fake Hospital, for that. We might have had sex before dinner this date night, but it was some of the best sex we’ve had in a while!
I would say so sad, to bad, never mind @Tenshadesandme but fake hospital is a treat and I know just the car I would use for my fake taxi. But there are so many fake (insert your choice here) shows it really is quite funny watching some of them.
Fake Taxi used to tickle a fantasy that I wasn’t particularly proud of. That said, I think the kidnap scenario I saw on an episode of Sin Cities once got me even hotter, or the one in True Lies
Fake Taxi can be uk or abroad. I have watched and enjoyed the UK versions but you know it is all done with actors. The is also Fake Taxi with female driver picking up men and women.
I don’t blame him, I like fake trucker and fake cop 
