Fantasies Do Happen

I was on my way to meet a man I had met online. The guy in the seat beside me was against it doing his best to talk me out of it.

So what's the difference. Meet someone online, talk to them, try and get an understanding, Or meet a man on a plane and wake up beside him?

I didn't continue to meet the man I was headed to see. The man on the plane kept having sex with me day after day, he called it honeymoon sex, imposing his sexual privilege on me. When I did 'fly' home it was to get things ready to move to live with him.

Whether it was honeymoon sex and I now belonged to him, or if it was the hormones gone wild, I became solely focused on him. I had never had that form of attachment before. I am also hornier that I have ever been, I not satisfied, I am free to have as much sex as I can and I want sex. I never pictured myself being so accommodating, but I am now. How are you going to fuck me, let me count the ways. School girl crush my friend calls it. Your first man.

Once upon a time sex was mystery to me, as an early teen I read voraciously novels that my aunt had stashed away. Moonlit nights, the man you meet on the train. Now I live it, the man I met on the plane.

I over romanticize everything, I know.