Fun at 30.000 feet
Sitting in the departure lounge your waiting for your plane, looking at naughty poems on your phone, you're flying home again
You're reading naughtiness wrote in stanzas, you love his sex in rhyme, it's making you feel horny but it helps you pass the time
Soon you are in your seat, your safety belt is done up tight, it reminds you about being tied up, smiling you're now ready for your flight
The constant rumble of the engine's seem to cause a wiggle down below, you continue to read smutty poems though you try not to let it show
God it's warm on the plane, the cause hits you like a wave, you can feel your growing dampness it's a quick fingering you crave
You try to block it out your mind but now your wiggling in your seat, you know you better go to the bathroom it's time for your pussy and your hand to meet
You go off to the back of the plane at least there was no cue, you go inside and lock the door, you know what you must do
Jeans down by your ankles you red lace panties now are wet, you feel yourself quivering and you haven't even started yet
You close your eyes has your hand makes it's way down between your thighs, you feel the first orgasm arrive you let out some stifled suppressed sighs
Fingers working furiously that naughty poet in your brain, a reminder of any of his naughty lines and you're cumming once again
Finally you're sated you clean up and go back to your seat, note to self no more airport kinky poetry even if it makes for a rather inconvenient impromptu treat
THE KINKY POET
