Really? wrote:CaptainFluffyBunny wrote:
Well, the breast implants probably help.
Oh, appearance-shaming! While I never! (or is there some reliable way to tell without feeling them?)
YES! Please discuss this in-depth. And in a Romanian accent. (Don't ask.)[/quote]
This may be (==is) TMI, but I remember a flight from LHR to SEA in 2000, when I'd just woken up late from drunken monkey sex with an acquaintance, and had to rush to the airport to get my flight. I was so late, they'd reassigned my seat, so I got bumped to business (win #1).
My next-seat-neighbour was a slightly plump girl with an accent who kept on looking at me curiously, and eventually asked if I'd hold her hand as she was scared of flying. So I did, and she started scratching my palm (Europeans can probably tell where this is going), and about 25-30 mins later she took my hand and stuffed it down her slacks. I'd just got divorced a few months earlier, and needed little encouragement. We snuggled under the blankets, and a bit later I was giving her the shocker, and after she'd finished she decided to go for a slobber on my knobber - no complaints from me!
Anyway, we ended up in the mile-high club (me renewing my membership, she a new recruit) and the rest of the flight was sticky and fun!
Her name was Leeia, and she was Bulgarian, or so she said. Never met her again, although she was moving to Seattle. It was on this trip that I met the lady who has been Mrs Lsuoma since Sep 2002. We only met in person three times before we got engaged, so a total of about 10 hours.
Anyway, this was one of the most intense sexual experience I remember apart from the time when I left Burroughs Wellcome in Dartford in 1979, and Belinda Stride took me and fucked my brains out until I could barely stand. She accused me of dying after about 3 hours of cray fucking.
As I said, probably TMI, and no, I have no pictures, just happy memories.