Yesterday I got my root canal of the year. I knew the dental system was bullshit but my fear of losing my teeth was stronger than my faith in healing myself naturally. In the end, it was only conditioning.
I packed for the Hayduke trail and for Bubbly’s wedding/tramily reunion. Then I wrote my parents a letter thanking them for loving me so deeply and for always giving me a home to come back to in between traveling.
Last second, Kevin helped me out by driving me to the airport. When I got through security, as usual I scoped out the hottest guys and decided that was where I would sit. Even if nothing were to come out of it, I enjoyed flirting and fantasizing about them in my mind. I sat in front of four really hot guys so I eye fucked all of them. I found the easiest one was the married guy so I put most of my attention on him.
He seemed to be in the middle of an important job. I liked that. I started biting my lip and smiling while he often glanced up at me. I was turning myself on by looking at him, making it seem as if I was nearly rubbing myself on the seat anytime I uncrossed my legs. I could tell I was making him nervous because he would get all fidgety when I would stare. He shut his laptop which indicated he was about to head out. In the meantime I tried thinking of a conversation starter as we didn’t say anything whatsoever other than lusting through our eyes for nearly an hour.
He pulled out a bag of Swedish fish.
“Solid snack,” I said.
“Want some?”
“Yes,” I said as he handed me the bag.
We got to talking about where we came from and where we were headed. He was originally from Massachusetts.
“When’s your flight?” I asked as I attempted to eat a Swedish fish, in denial of having just come from the dentist.
“Have to board in 15 minutes,” he said.
“What’s your gate?” I asked.
“B11.”
“Oo mines B12. Let’s walk together!” I said.
He was anxious, as if he knew he shouldn’t be messing with me. I figured the same since he had a wedding band on his finger. As we walked each other to our gates, we filled the space by making conversation about what our next plans were. Then, we stood in front of each other. It was too quick to ask this stranger to have a quickie even though it’s what I wanted. It probably would’ve come off as if I was a prostitute since we didn’t converse over any sexual topics yet. Still, when his pupils dilated a great amount, I took the chance I told him I wished we had more time together because I found him attractive.
He had a hard time holding eye contact and was trying to watch what he said; he ended up laughing nervously then asked for my number. I gave it to him and he quickly boarded his flight while I boarded mine a few minutes after. I stood in line for the wrong flight by the way. My gate was actually at B14. Lucky for me, the flight was delayed so I ended up making it just in time.
The messages between us were raunchy, admitting right away how I wanted to take him to the bathroom and make out with him.
“And I thought you were just peeking over at me for my candy,” he wrote.
“You were the candy,” I said.
“That explains the lip biting and cute little smile.”
It escalated fast as he shared fantasies of me laying on his lap while I released his cum on the plane or wishing he had taken me to the bathroom to bend me over and fuck me. It was true that I was getting edged hard by the universe, cutting it close numerous times with living out some of my sexual fantasies but last second, it goes the other direction.
The flight was quick, CTM picked me up just before midnight. The next few nights I would have a mattress to sleep on that would feel like a cloud. I would embrace it to its full extent before I headed out to the desert and would reside on the hard slabs to be found in Arches National Park.