Long haul flight sex made easy….

Over the years I’ve flown hundreds of thousands of miles around the globe.  In the early days it was kind of exciting.  Thrills of heading off to new destinations and adventures however, after so many flights, the concept of airports and 26 hours or more in transit loses its appeal so you turn your attention to other distractions.

One of the distractions that struck a chord with me was those of the opposite sex.  Woman!

There is a sense of inevitability when you lock eyes en route to an overnight transit stay in a foreign hotel.  It’s almost as if the day to day rules of attraction are thrown out the window and replaced with a candid yet lucid line to tag along with.  You can hold off for the right moment before approaching and making yourself known.

You’ve been eyeing one another off for maybe an hour, you instinctively check into the hotel around the same moment so you can join one another in a lift up to the higher floors.  It’s here where the first words, no, small talk is exchanged.  What follows is an agreement to meet up later on in the lobby bar to share a drink or two and exchange your story, experiences and adventures.  You can also utilise your knack for flirty and suggestive comments. It’s almost like you are signing off on a contract that you are going to fuck then never see each other again.

The unwritten rule for travellers is that you cut to the chase.  More often than not, you will be back in the room within thirty to forty five minutes before ripping each other’s clothes off to get down to the business at hand.  Sometimes you might stay together for the night though my rule was always to return to my own room once you had finished up.  There is often little need for small talk or awkward morning after experiences.  It’s almost as if neither of you had existed once the morning arrived.

There was one time however, in November 2008 where I ended up in a hotel room somewhere in South Korea with an Irishman, a Melbourne lass and a girl from London.  We had embraced some drinks in the bar before heading off to the Melbourne girls room.  As it was late and we were all tired, myself and the English girl, Sonya had fallen asleep on the bed.  A short while later, we were woken to the sounds of the other two fucking away in the bathroom so we decided to get down to business ourselves simultaneously.  After a while the Melbourne girl and Sonya swapped so we could enjoy a mixture of sorts.  Sonya was in corporate banking so I was attracted to her drive and confidence.  The Melbourne girl, of whom I never was able to remember her name was more submissive and quiet.  Two incredibly contrasting experiences they were.

I saw Sonya a few more times whilst in England that Christmas.  She was a pleasure to be around but her life was motivated too much by money which goes against my grain so we decided against continuing in the new year when we would both be back in Australia.

In transit relations can be fun.  They happen more than you would like to imagine but I guess the secrecy and thrill of the adventure is what makes it so enjoyable and mysterious.  I’ve spoken to some woman over the years who have admitted the best sex they have had has been in a hotel rooms with a stranger en route to a new destination.  One lady once told me it was empowering because she loved sex and could let her inner demons, or her “slut from deep within”, as she called it surface, knowing she would never be judged.

It’s been a few years since I have entertained this kind of lark.  Maybe I enjoy my sleep a little more these days as I grow older?  In fact, around three years ago, I decided to take my now ex-wife to the mile high club on a flight from Borneo to Paris.

If you are young, single and adventurous, I say go for it!  As they say.  You only live once so why not enjoy the fruits of life before you die?  Even if you only try it once, it’s something you will not regret…..


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Born and raised in Sydney. Well travelled. I have a deep love for live theatre, music and the arts. Ohh, I may also have a deep love for Liverpool Football Club!

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