Sky High Orgasm
(a short erotica based on a true story)
I’ll be 40 this year…I feel my Sex drive shifting into 3rd gear…something like my early 20's, and let me tell ya… I was off the chain then, and I know way more now! So we’re in for a wild ride!
16A…
16A…
Walking down the spirit airplane aisle looking for 16A…
Oh and it’s a window seat! Great!
Let me put my bag up, oookay shimmy shimmy, to my seat, sit down with my comfy warm Louis Vuitton reversible shawl which is doubling as a blanket because I can’t take all that cold air blowing on me.
As the passengers are boarding and the pilot and flight attendants are making their standard flight safety announcements, I close my eyes and reflect on my trip.
It’s been hard these days to stay focused, but I bury myself in work and meditation to avoid succumbing to my lower nature.
It’s getting tougher by the day it seems
May 23rd, 2024 will be chapter 40 in my book of life and before it was Empress Aura Goddess Supreme…it was Sensual Goddess Supreme, and that chic has some passion fire that needs to be quenched!
I have suppressed that heffer for as long as I could but I’m about to explode! Everyday she wants to play now, before she had some couth, some control, some manners but only because she was being fed on a regular basis. Note, since things have changed she has been starving and getting a bit unhinged. I’m not sure how much longer I can tame her. She’s a Savage.
There’s a way she wants to be courted, looked at, admired, tantalized, touched, fore played, dominated, ( heavy on the dominant ) given permission to dominate, grabbed, held, smelled, tasted, she’s been waiting to f***ing exhale and…so far… no bueno!
They are either great with the tongue and lacking in other areas or great in other areas but severely lacking in other areas. I mean no one’s perfect but I know Sex Gods exist! I’ve come close! And it was amazing! But one thing I’ve learned is, I need not only the physical but the emotional availability. Without THAT… I am left still devoid.
Sooooo what now? Play in the muddy dating pool and maybe find a guy or two that can offer temporary relief? I don’t want to be labeled a who’re, I don’t want to add more bodies to my “body count” as they say, but…Sensual Goddess Supreme wants to play and when she plays…she doesn’t play nice. The way she likes to play is ordained for the likes of husband material not casual flings and adventurous encounters….oh no, it’s not safe out here in these streets to play Russian Roulette. I love my life and my pu**y too much.
The cold air over head is blowing and rather than twist it close I simply pull my Louis shawl up to my chin.
My nipples get hard.
I want to play with them.
As the plane begins to run down the runway and ascend into the air I look out my right peripheral, and I’m so glad I have on my Gucci shades to hide my eyes. There’s no one in the middle seat, the older Caucasian lady in the aisle seat is minding her business. I turn to my left to glance at the beautiful ocean and sky and start to visualize my ideal sexual partner.
I close my eyes
As I shift with my shawl I simultaneously slide my hand into my yoga pants,
I didn’t wear any panties
And she’s already moist
I bite my lip softly, careful not to make any audible noises to maintain my descretion
As I’m visualizing this fine a** Sex God, my nipples are getting harder, my pu**y is getting wetter and my middle finger is slowly circling my aroused clit. As I begin to slide my finger slowly but intentionally, in and out… my seat buddy stirs.
I stop playing with my pu**y
I can see her out my peripheral glancing over out the window. My eyes are already closed, playing possum, she thinks I’m asleep. (Or maybe she doesn’t, maybe she knows I’m over here entertaining myself and I don’t give a sh*t because I’m about to get this off!)
As soon as she turned her head back and closed her eyes I resumed my motion.
I’m getting more aroused at the fact I’m on a plane full of ppl, ppl getting up to use the bathroom, attendants rolling food and beverage carts down the aisle, my seat buddy going in and out of rest and glancing over in intervals.
I’m highly stimulated
I continue to use the public energy to feed my momentum as I visualize all the passionate 4play and freaky and fetishism things being done to my body with my imaginary Sex God, this 6 foot, buff, loc haired beast, that started off slow and gentle then lifted me up, handled me, put me down, slid me to the edge of EVERYTHING! Scenes shifting from beds, to kitchen island counter tops, elevator scenes, to swimming pools, to out in the wild, in the grass, under a waterfall, up in the darkness of space and time, all whilst working up to a slow and steady climax.
My fingers are now two the pointer and middle are going crazy on my clit, there is quiet splishing and splashing, I begin a soft gyration very subtle, I shifted the positioning of my legs to a half butterfly being that my right leg had full range while my left leg was against the wall of the plane.
I look over to my seat buddy whom appeared to be sleeping, and she was now covered by her jacket.
Wait! I wonder if she’s feeling my energy and playing with her pu**y too?!
That would’ve been amazing!
I keep my momentum.
The flight attendants are rolling by and because my seat buddy and I both appear to be sleeping they disregard us to prevent disruption, and continue to the fellow passengers.
I’m more turned on, knowing I’m doing such a sexual act under the guise of “sleep” in public under my shawl. The movement is very subtle, it’s a rhythmic finger slide in and arch of pelvis and finger half slide out and a reverse arch of pelvis.
Because my nipples are so sensitive to touch and REALLY add on to my arousal and tend to take me to the moon when they are played with correctly… I knew if I could play with them I would have an explosive audible orgasm.
But that would be too obvious…obviously
With them being hard as rocks at this point, it is creating more juice onto my fingers, and I simply envision my Sex God nibbling soft biting and sucking on one while gently squeezing the other while I sit on top of his 6 and a half , thick veiny d**k and riding him as I squeeze my pu**y muscles on him like I’m doing kegels.
As my imaginary Sex God released his mouth from my hard, saliva string dripping nipple, to express a moan of pleasure while now squeezing both a** cheeks holding me in this tight riding position. I slowly rock and grind on his full penis which is so rock hard in my tight, dripping wet vagina, my pum pum swells from the excitement of the vision…
He explodes like a rocket into me as I simultaneously explode a fountain of juicy cream and my fingers went CRAAAAAAAAAZZZY.
Who needs pornhub when you have a vivid, freaky, imagination?
I had to reposition my legs to a cross legged close to contain myself and the juices from dripping so far back that it would leave a spot and I maintained that position until it was time to deplane.
I was HIGH
Sky High off the adrenaline and dopamine, that I simply took 2 deep breaths and a audible exhale to release some of what I have been suppressing during play.
As I now looked out into the sun setting over the skyline I ponder on how long it will take for me to meet my energetic match again.
I want to have fun but in a safe space with someone who is spiritually grounded, not f***ing a bunch of random ppl, no drug or alcohol users, pedos or women abusers, undercover DL, married and playing, psychopaths drug dealers or thugs. I can even do a beta b***h boy who let’s me have my way, but only if he’s an amazing lover.
Other than that, not sure what I’m going to do. The toys are getting old. Not a fan of constant vibration and silicone insertion.
Funneling and transmitting this sexual energy into my work and out in the gym are my outlets.
Until that Sex God manifests, I guess there’ll be more solo exploration adventures. Where to next?
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