Fantasy: meeting a stranger on a plane that has the seat next to me, and finding ways to pass the time. Something really sexy about the sexual tension that builds with someone new, and exploring something I’ve never done before. Hey, even a train! I wonder what it is about sex and transportation that gets me excited.... ?
And then there was fuckin’ Emily! One of my favorites, honey. Those Aussie accents. UNF!
A train? Ya’ don’t say! LOL. Yeah, it is amazing that in a few short sentences you conjured up a sentiment that I feel sometimes on planes. On my most recent plane ride, I had a blonde fit late-50s milf of the isle seat and a homely blonde on the window (yeah, I got to ride bitch; I didn’t book it).
Anyways, the tension that always exists when you are rubbing knees with somebody that you’d totally fuck in a perfect world is just hot. I absolutely love this idea. This feeling.
It is like getting a massage; in Pulp Fiction they talk about it and explore this sentiment better than I can do here. The idea, that there is this unspoken thing that happens once physical space is invaded and contact is made. I think the same holds true to some degree on a plane.
Thanks @then-there-was-me-emily for always being a loyal follower. You fuckin’ rock.