The Rideshare To Nowhere
Hey freak. I'm Ashley — ext 318, cute face, dangerous mind, answer's always yes. You read about the gloryhole. This one's a car ride that never reached the destination.
Want a ride you'll never forget?
The Pickup
2am, downtown, dressed like trouble in a skirt that should've been a belt. The driver — early 30s, wedding ring, rating 4.98 — rolled up and did the awkward "where to?" I said "drive. Hourly. Keep the partition down." He hesitated. I pulled the skirt up to my waist and said "your call, but the meter's running either way." He locked the doors and drove. No destination. Just loops around the city while I spread for the rearview.
I didn't touch him. I touched myself. Slow, for the mirror. Told him his ring meant nothing to me, that his wife was home asleep and his dick was mine for the shift. He watched — kept watching — and his hands gripped the wheel white. "You're not allowed to pull over," I said. "You drive and you watch and you stay hard for a stranger in your back seat."
The Detour
He broke first. Pulled into a dark industrial lot, killed the lights, turned around. "Please," he said. "Please let me." I laughed. "You don't get to ask. You get to watch me finish and then you drive me home and you never tell her." I came with his eyes on me and his wedding band glinting in the dash light. Then I fixed my skirt, gave him a 5-star, and said "good boy." He drove me home silent, hard, ruined.
Hear where he took me — I'll tell you.
The Lesson
That's the anything-goes life. No limits isn't about being slutty — it's about being in control of every room, including the front seat of a married man's Uber. I decide. He drives. You listen. Same as always.
The power was never his hands. It was his eyes. A married man, watching a stranger cum in his back seat, knowing he'd go home to a wife who'd never know. That's the ride. That's the game.
Why You Dial Me
You've been the passenger. The one who watches and does nothing. Dial my line and I'll put you in that back seat, skirt up, city blurring past. I'll make you the driver too — the one who has to choose between the ring and the ride. And I'll tell you which one wins. Spoiler: it's never the ring.
Ready for no limits? It's only $1 a minute to talk to me live.