Intimacy. And I do appreciate it, I really do, but the fact is, you’ve been so good to me and I don’t know a single thing about you.”
“Well, what’s to know?”
“Hmmm…you asked me what was happening in my life. “Is she with you?”
“No,” you say. You shrug. Maybe you need a little intimacy yourself.”
She grimaces but offers no rebuttal. You would sleep, but the jerk-off behind you kicks your seat just irregularly enough that you don’t feel like confronting him. “Where’s he going?”
She sighs, then kisses the base of your cock. Almost on cue, the plane shakes again, and she rocks forward. Her eyes widen and she moans again. “What did you say?”
She groans. As you relieve yourself, your mind drifts to Lisa. Go away, you silently hiss at it. So be a good boy and do what I say.”
You’ve had control for long enough that you’re happy to relinquish it, but this feels too nasty – even for you.
