mile high club
It starts while we are waiting at the passport control.
Secret looks back and forth.
Curious, longing, wanting, needing.
I see a really good-looking man.
With a well shaped body.
Naughty look, well-dressed clothes.
I wonder what you think of me and how you see me, now, here, in this waiting line of joy, traveling is so much fun.
For me this is a business trip. I wear a tight pencil skirt with a silk blouse, high heels, red lipstick. Dress to impress.
During the entire tax free shopping, I lost you there for a moment, but not for long, because exactly when I want to board, I find you again and you me and how. Your look … I feel you, I feel my clitoris tingle when I look at you and you look back, lascivious.
Once on board, it’s almost funny to see how everything is ‘right’ and how we seem to be ‘sent’ to each other. We are both at the front, extra legroom, yeah, baby, make that extra everything.
I’ve forgotten to tell you that I don’t wear any panties, I never do that when I wear a very tight pencil skirt, I don’t like it. So now you know. I do not wear underwear.
Does that change anything? Perhaps, but still the outcome remains the same.
That gazing at each other and horny yearning for more, has given you a big hard cock. I can see it. And I feel it. I open my legs and show you my pussy, volatile, because imagine if we get caught, o boy, I give you a wink, laugh my sparkling laugh and keep my eyes on infinity. Well, infinity, the end of the aisle, of this plane. And because we’re at the front, that’s super super close. How cool do you want it?
You perfectly understand. I knew it.
We proceed in horniness, by slightly removing on our chair, showing more, legs open, legs closed, fingers that go in and out, smelling, tasting, staring, not saying a word, lick my lips, you yours, your cock that wants out of your pants and I who sees/feels that.
It’s waiting for the right moment to come. And if that happens, everything succeeds.
Once in the toilet we don’t have a lot of time.
You let me lead.
I choose to suck your cock while I finish myself.
I take you in my mouth, greedy, deep, intense and good, I take all of you, baby and work you slowly, but certainly. I like your warm seed in my mouth, you taste so well.
I also bring myself there, up in the air.
With a blush on my cheeks and your smile from ear to ear, back in our chairs.
It is a short flight and before we know it, the pilot sets off on landing. We are going down, but not our mood.
With a wide open smile this time, we don’t exchange looks, but business cards.
I’m not going to call you and I know you aren’t gonna call me also. But that’s perfectly oké. This was so good and horny and exactly as it should be.
Now about to the order of the day and my plan the campaign.
Hi Paris, I’m here.
(to be continued)
All artwork by Puck Rietveld
The philosophy behind blogporn is not so much that it’s written by me, as being my own person, but from a pseudonym. An alter ego, so to speak. This has several advantages.
First, my writings (on the wall) are not linked to me as a person, I mean that people who read blogporn don’t make an association with me. To guarantee my anonymity for various reasons. On the other hand, I think it’s important that everyone (18+) may and can recognize themselves in blogporn. It could therefore in principle be written by everyone and at the same time for everyone. This is what it’s all about. I find that important.
I want to exhilarate, challenge, be vulnerable, be able to be, dare to(o), arouse curiosity and share, create togetherness or just stimulate time with yourself. I want you to smile in recognition, get warmed by desire, notice your body when you get horny, really feel and touch yourself and who knows the other person too. What you do before, during or after blogporn is your choice. A sort of everything is possible and everything is allowed story 😉
Now let’s go back to my alter ego, the pseudonym I choose to write under. I chose N/A. The literal translation of this is: Not Applicable. It also means Not Available and No Answer. And last but not least: