Passenger Stories

Marcell and Elisa were bewildered as they drove home through the quiet streets. Was this night real or just a hallucination? "Did we really just do this?" asked Marcell, while even the rhythmic sound of the turn signal reminded him of the sexual rapture of the past hour. "I'm also not sure, but I'm feeling every minute of it," replied Elisa, with a tired but satisfied expression on her face. "And we smell like sex. Anothe...