I’m making a little trip back east to visit some friends, and while thinking about all the other things, people to visit with, who I might reconnect with, I never even thought about getting sloshed and making out with someone on the plane!
While I used to worry about whether I’d fall asleep and drool on the person next to me…now I should instead perhaps think of better uses for my spit. Then there was there was this Dad, who was nice of course, but for some reason decided to confide in me all about his children, what each one does, how one of the boys is kind of slacking off, doesn’t have much direction, but he was just glad that he graduated college.
The higher you fly, the less oxygen is in the air (you get mild hypoxia), which many believe leads to a better orgasm.
Luna offers small-group coaching and then puts his students immediately to the test, taking them to a Manhattan nightclub where they try their newly-learned techniques.
However, the back (on many long-haul configurations) is often where the air crew likes to hang out.
If you’re on a plane with no galley at the back, you’ve struck lucky.
And maybe…I should leave the comfy pants in the suitcase.
So, maybe Chatty Kathy doesn’t like the fall foliage, and I’ll get next to Studly Sam instead.