i've never been too tempted by the Mile-High Club. those bathrooms are cramped, and it just seems like the sort of thing u do to Have Done It, like eating foie gras ravioli.
but doing it in a crowded plane and NOT in the bathroom...that's impressive.
as for me...
- in a crowded arthouse cinema. met my ex-galpal after a ten-year interim of no contact whatsoever and we picked up where we left off. BJs in parked cars, hastily arranged hotel room encounters, her showing up in a shirt with pop-open buttons cuz she knew it was just gonna get ripped right off. eyes-rolling-in-back-of-head junglefuckin'. this was in the Midwest, but i was living in San Francisco--when she booked a flight out i was like, OK, here we GO.
so we go to the Roxie on 16th Street to see Wong Kar-wai's ASHES OF TIME (1994). Wong is recognized as an auteur nowadays, and i think most of his films are remarkable. he's from Shanghai but of course got his cred within the Hong Kong industry, even though filmgoers here don't "get" his work and he doesn't care.
but AOT has a rep for being his most boring film. and it is. we're sitting there. we're bored. we look at each other and...BAM! well, it's San Francisco, a town accustomed to unusual behavior, nobody seemed too upset.
- while driving Highway 1 btwn SF and LA. this was earlier, when i was dating this six-foot exotic dancer from New York (yes, really). in many ways she was the best GF i ever had...but i knew eventually she'd head back to NYC and i'd go to Asia. but we did travel to Tokyo and Hong Kong together and had many great experiences.
whenever we took a road trip i used to rent some Chrysler that had a BENCH front seat (this was back in the early 90s, can't remember the make). we get past the South Bay and she announces "I'm going to give you a blowjob now." quote unfucking quote.
i've got long legs so i wish i'd been driving like a '72 Buick Electra 225 or something, cuz regulating speed with brake/gas can be tricky when yr getting a ripper blowjob. of course, she's not watching the road. we're on the highway, traffic's light, i'm thinking, wow, this is great. we're nowhere near the curving two-lane parts of this highway where u probably should NOT be getting blown since a lapse in concentration and you'll drive off a cliff into the Pacific.
but then we get into the Santa Cruz area and we're in heavy city traffic, she's paying no mind, but i've got to deal with stoplights and other cars. plus the occasional cyclist appearing just outside the window and having a peek. it was less fun than it sounded: i couldn't cum until we got through the congested area and back on the highway.
my fantasy is to join the Tail-on-Rails club and my preferred venue would be a first-class cabin on a route in Thailand. if u book these cabins, they spoil you: they're private compartments with windows looking out, u can lock the door, and there's a nice comfy two-meter bench seat. the attendants come by to see if u want dinner, and they do come in to convert the seat into bunk beds, so u'd have to work around that, but not a problem. there's a washbasin as well to help keep things nice and clean
i love trains, and somehow i always missed the chance to toss one of my fave Thai gals onto one of these trains and fulfill my fantasy. part of it is that the Thai ladies i know just didn't like trains. they could NOT understand why someone would buy a rail ticket when an air ticket was only a bit more expensive. to them the train was something you took because you couldn't afford an air-con bus, so you'd ride third-class on hard wooden seats.
maybe someday...only now i'm wondering about upper-class compartments on Chinese trains. in Thailand, two can book their own cabin--there are interlocking doors so u cd have a group of four...fantasy-possibilities abound, but the train attendants would tease u mercilessly!!
JtB
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