Considering that it was a long flight overnight, my boyfriend, Brett, shared with me his desire to join the Mile High Club and mentioned that this flight would be a great opportunity. After checking out this website and fantasizing about it, we were very eager to become members. In the days leading up to the trip, the intensity increased as we were constantly teasing one another about joining the club. When we finally boarded the plan we were making out like a pair of teenagers.
Mile High Club
Cherry | ally blue
He was distinctly aware of the rough feeling of the wall as it pressed up against his skin. It ground into the soft bellies of his arms, scraped along the high angling of his cheekbone. It was too vivid, too clear. Every heated thrust of the bony figure behind him jarred him forward again, jostled his dark hair about his shoulders and drew the sensitive lobe of his ear against the wall in an almost intolerable fashion.
Boyfriend Caught Pleasing Himself
My boyfriend Dan had the day off work today and I was forced to go to work. Not fair at all. I hope he was doing the washing and cleaning. I'll be pretty pissed if he doesn't. I had been caught up in a long management meeting this morning that was as boring as hell.
He was crouched under the desk, phone held between his ear and his shoulder while his fingers were occupied with the keyboard; he waited for an answer which, after the ninth ring, came. I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't want to be associated with its creation. Nicely described. I'll come right over. Knowing that her usual way of entering a room was to kick the door open, he left the door slightly ajar and kept working with his PC.