“I don’t even think of you that often” – Trish, Part One [M/F]

It was 2007, I think. And it had been about a year or two since I began getting over my previous long-term relationship.

It was a dark and difficult time for me, so I was glad to be in a new place – a place where I could be adventurous and free to do whatever I wanted. I was finally done pitying myself because of the breakup, and wanted to be happy Being alone in my mid twenties was difficult because I’ve always had a pretty high libido, so I was lonely. Not just sexually but also for companionship.

My relationship with Trish was never a “relationship,” only a friendship. But from about September 2007 to April or May 2008, our friendship was one that gave me amazing emotions but also some heartache.

We started talking on MySpace. She was thirty-two or thirty-three back then. We shared so many interests: Same tastes in movies, a shared love of space and the cosmos, and had the same great passion for music. And for any music that she and I didn’t have in common, we were content to share with each other.

On an airplane fantasizing about the woman behind me across the aisle and to my left [m]

I created a new account to post this! I masturbated on the plane the other day, in my seat on a two-hour ride.

It was an evening flight, and the cabin lights were turned out. No one was paying attention, though I fantasized that the person in the row behind me across the aisle and to my left noticed my rapid arm movements. The exhibitionist part me of me fantasized that they saw me.

You see, I had an aisle seat and I had to be careful even though it was dark. The person next to me was always either half asleep or watching the media screen on the seat in front of them. And in the same row across the aisle, the woman was either looking at her mp3-player or look forward.

But the person behind me and to my left across the aisle, she would have been the one most likely to notice, not including anyone walking by. No one really walked by except the two flight attendants, and i was mostly always aware where they were, so if they were somewhere in the back of the plane I knew i had to be extra careful until they past me again where I could keep an eye on them at the front.