Airport

***NOTE: This was written on a cell phone, in an airport, in real time. There has been no editing.***

What is it about the airport that gets me so horny? Maybe it’s because I’ve been napping and I got some strange nap-version of morning wood. Maybe my pants are too tight and are contracting around my penis–much like a vagina. Maybe it’s redisdual horniness left over from making out with my girlfriend when getting dropped off. Maybe it’s that I’m normally not around this many people and the chances of spotting an atractive woman have increased. Maybe I’m just lucky and all the womn around me just so happen to have nice asses. Maybe its the desire to release my frustrations with the airport in a sexual way, in the bathroom stall. Whatever it is, damn, I want to fuck.

Two mega-cute black-babes sitting infront of me. The one that got up to throw away her wrapper, she is wearing hose tight jean wthout any back pockets. Damn.

the girl sitting to my right, looks a little young and has a ring on her left hand. But she,s got that “lay around in bed naked and reading a book all day” kind of look.

The middle-aged and short latin lady at the ticket counter has those juicy catour, fuzzy, fuck-me pants on. Reminds me of my ex.

the girl lookingfor a seat with her shaggy, care-free dirty-blonde hair and her spandex tights and sweater. Shit, those are some nice looking legs.

the flight attendant that’s peaking at me as I pretend to sleep and peak at her. A little tall, but that uniform. Id love to hike that skirt up. Rectal exam.

oh god. The middle aged latin woman is back. She’sstanding infront of me, back side. She’stapping her foot impatiently, making her ass jiggle in the perfect way that represents firmness and softnes. Oh shit, she’stapping both feet now.

even the chubby girl with the cute face wearing capries and a blazer. I wouldn’t mind ripping those stupid pants off in the airplane bthroom and giving her a good spanking.

What is it about the airport?