of every man, but very few do this. Most women are embarrassed and are afraid of being judged poorly by their man so their fantasies remain hidden forever. By simply asking her what her fantasies are, and listening without judging, you can help her have and exciting sex life. Beware though. The fantasies might not involve you. Why? Cause you are her reality fool!So here I'm going to share a story of the time I did it in a plane. My writing style here is very tongue in cheek fashion.
Having a short flight from kansai to shanghai (about 2 hours) and with fantasies of joining the 'mile-high-club' brought up by my girlfriend at the time- I knew a new type of mission was ahead of me.
A Sex Mission.
Planning and preparation were two of the key players that I knew I had to employ to pull this little, mid-aid covert co-op coitus. Although this was actually her request- the onus was on me to get the wheels into gear. Quite simply; because I'm the man.
As I ran my mind over all possible scenarios of what could happen and how this could be done I found myself over thinking it. On the outside, I try to have the appearance of a calm, cool, and collected man that flows smoothly and flawlessly through all situations; but on the inside I'm more of an introspective analyst. I analyzed that if I wanted to analize this biatch on a plane I would be needing a rock solid boner- one that cares not of situation, consequence and cares only of action. My habit to over think might lead to some sort of performance anxiety. What to do? What if it comes to crunch time and the shitty stink toilet smell doesn't get me into the mood? My answer came to me in the form of a blue, diamond shaped pill; sildenafil citrate. Generic Viagra.
Aside from the flaccid possibilities of a high elevation inability to perform penile inflation, we both knew it was gonna be a short flight. Our window of sexual opportunity would be short. A meal would be served. Should we fuck pre-meal or post meal? I suggested a post take-off sexdown followed by an economy class undercooked yet somehow overspiced chicken or fish meal.
Pre- check in; viagra consumed.
I'm feeling the effects of the situation. A little unnerved and more than a little tense. The viagra effect goes to my head and I feel a little dizzy. I have no focus or clear thought pattern- just randomness.
We see the staff and their smiles. My girl asks for a blanket. She puts it over my lap. I tell her I'm not cold. She giggles and says, 'it's not for that' as she takes a grasp of my junk under the secret veil of the blanket.
"Ingenious" I reflect to myself as I sit back to enjoy digital stimulation.
We are in the air and the seat-belt lights are off. Now is the time.
I spy a toilet with a baby change. This will certainly have more space for physical action. I tell my girl to follow me in there 2 minutes after. I go and wait. And wait I do. I get bored and go back to my seat. She sitting there looking sheepish.
"What happened?"
"The staff looked at me. I was shy. Lets go after the meal when they are picking up the meal trays."
I can't argue.
The time comes for chance #2. I'm in the toilet and she knocks. I open, she gets in and jumps with a little excited 'yay'. She's excited cause she's about to get some cock. Some serious, solid, viagra cock.
We waste little time and pull her panties down to her ankles and I st
art to fuck her hard from from behind. It's going off. I pull the baby change table down and throw her up on there and keep the action solid. She's getting closer and a lot louder- It's too hot- I have two options; hold out and make her scream in the bathroom, or bust.Bust my load I do.
She smacks me, "I was so close!"
I absorb the blow to my body, but my ego doesn't like it much.
She gets her clothes back on. Escapes to her seat. I wait a little. Open the door to see a line of people waiting for the toilet.
The air hostesses have no more smiles for us.
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