I enjoy writing and tweaking erotica for my callers. Customizable phone sex stories lead on to hot phone fantasy.  Here is an excerpt of a recent story I started. I will be working on adding to it and perhaps you might see it published in its entirety when completed. If it inspires a phone sex call to me–all the better. I love getting ideas on how to finish a story from my clients!

I used to enjoy flying. When I was a kid I went on an airplane ride to California with my maternal grandparents and went to school acting like ‘hot shit’ because I’d been to California. I loved the free snacks, drinks and the way the stewardesses made over you. You got to see the cock pit! That really made flying an experience. Aside from the second hand smoke and smelling like a chimney it was mostly positive.​

​Nowadays when I fly I am more frustrated and inconvenienced. This is in spite of the numerous things that exist for my convenience, flying is a pain in the ass. I am always in a bad mood when I have to fly. Gone are the days of even looking inside the cock pit (for me it’s more to check out the ‘cocks’ than the pit). Gone are the days of friendly stewardesses, replaced by ‘flight attendants’ in gender neutral attire. Homely. Some gay (not that there is anything wrong with that) but sterile. All neutral. Like the flat, colorless landscape of my Hoosier home.

So when I saw you sitting there next to a sleeping woman I was too annoyed with the flamer delivering his standard safety puppet show. Who thought of that seat belt that straps no one in. Whose bright idea was it to make these puppeteers pretend to put on a regulator in case of a sudden dip on cabin pressure? Have we really lost our ability to follow simple written instructions that we need to have these boring games of charades? I never turn off my WiFi. Fuck that.

Back to you, a very good looking and normal looking man. After I came down from my internal rant about how much I hate flying I noticed that you were surfing some files on your computer. I thought you were a photographer. You were looking through a file of a normal looking woman with a beautiful smile. Someone who reminded me of me.

The woman sleeping next to you shifted in her seat and this caused you to jump and shut your lap top. Then it dawned on me that you were not sifting through photos and looking to edit them later. You were fantasizing about the woman in the photos and the woman next to you (should she see this) would probably not approve of this activity. You slipped your laptop into the back pocket of the seat in front of you and looked up at the obviously gay man who was now nasally asking passengers if they wanted “water, coffee, soda, hot tea.” Over priced spirits anyone?

From the smirk on your face I deduced that you were jaded with this experience as well and I smiled to myself. You told gay boy no, you didn’t want anything from his oversized cart. The coffee smelled burned. He smiled as if nothing happened and moved on. We really have beaten the personality out of people with our rules on how to behave haven’t we?

A couple of hours later I got up from my seat and made my way to the bathroom. Another terrible experience. Who enjoys the burst of cold air on your ass when you’re trying to pee at such an altitude. If you’re a woman you’re particularly unlucky. I carry wipes. It takes me a few extra minutes.

A knock on the door and a voice, can you please hurry up. Gonna have to wait your turn buddy, started wiping my entire ass off taking my sweet time. For some reason, whenever I know people are waiting on me impatiently I slow down. I get off on this.

When I opened the door about a full five minutes later I noticed you were there and you were most unhappy with having to wait your turn. I smiled and offered you a mint from the oversized bag that was hindering you from passing around me. I think I got off on this too.

Time passed and there came a time when it was bed time. Long flights are like that. Nowadays you have to pack your own pillows and shit. Unreal. I packed a full pillow and a blanket. I travel heavy. I noticed you were using a blanket from the overhead and one of those paper pillows. I laughed. You spoke to me, “Do you have a problem, you keep staring at me?” Ice breaker.
“No I don’t have a problem but it seems you’re short changed in the amenities department.” The woman who I knew was with you was curled up in similar drag as my own. Typical of us isn’t it?

We started talking across the aisle and I began to like you. You seemed grumpy but really just a little jaded like me. People slept around us and we just chatted. The seat next to me was empty. You said I looked vaguely familiar. I didn’t tell you that I knew why.

An hour later and you were sitting in the empty seat as she slept across the aisle. This was the best flight I’d had in years. I had something fun to do. I shared my blanket with you first then I fished out a healthy erection under the blanket. I gave you a hand job and enjoyed the feeling of the warm cum as it filled the palm of my hand. You smiled and mouthed thank you and slid back over to your seat……

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