Another sale, this time, my travel erotica anthology The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories, which is only $1.99 for the next few days on Kindle, Nook, Google Play, iBooks and Kobo. And while , narrated by the fabulous Lucy Malone and Sean Crisden, is not technically on sale, you can listen to a free sample on Audible and get it for just $3.99 once you buy the Kindle edition, so that's a bargain happening this week too. (A heads up that this book was also reissued as Flying High so if you have that, you don't need this; reissues happen when the first edition doesn't do as well as hoped for to give it a second life.)
I think this is my only anthology that's location-specific, and what I truly treasure about it is that the authors took what could be a cliche and turned it on its head. Yes, there are stories about sex with airplane seat mates, but so so much more. Below is the table of contents and introduction and a little bit of my story "Urgent Message" with a little added color (ha!) that's not in the print or ebook version of the book, though it would be cool if I could do colored type. Remember that this book was first published in 2009, when wifi on airplanes was relatively new, so my story is tinged with that sense of awe, though I've cut to the chase below and given you some of the juiciest, dirtiest parts of their mile high flirting rather than the setup.
From The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories
34B Bill Kte’pi
Instrument Flight Rules Zach Lindley
A Brief Respite Desiree
Get On, Get Off Jeremy Edwards
The Scream Queen Sommer Marsden
Wild Child Matt Conklin
Bermuda Triangle Vanessa Vaughn
Top Banana Craig J. Sorensen
Nasty Little Habit Donna George Storey
Urgent Message Rachel Kramer Bussel
Obedient Teresa Noelle Roberts
Aisle Seat Stan Kent
Game in the Sky Elizabeth Coldwell
When Your Girlfriend Wears a Very Short Skirt Thomas S. Roche
Planes, Trains and Banana-Seat Bicycles Alison Tyler
Flights of Fancy Geneva King
The Girl Most Likely Kristina Wright
Bert and Betty Ryan Field
Wing Walker Cheyenne Blue
Introduction: Flying High
The Mile High Club is, for many, the stuff of legend, but I’m here to tell you that where there’s a will, there’s a way. Flying can bring out so many of our insecurities, fears, and frustrations, that it’s natural we’d want to find a way to relieve all that tension by getting it on. Indeed, several of the stories here deal with sex as a way to conquer a fear of flying.
Just as I was completing this volume, I got a call from a friend who told me that on the way back from a family vacation, he got it on with a woman he ran into on the plane whom he’d known, but never slept with. They managed to have full-on intercourse (and much more) as the rest of the passengers slept⎯or so they thought! They found out later that they’d been true exhibitionists, seen by horny voyeurs. In these stories, characters are often surprised to find themselves engaging in such risqué behavior mid-flight. The surprise and naughtiness make what’s happening even hotter. For others, it’s been carefully orchestrated, such as the woman meeting her online pen pal in “34B” or the one putting her arsenal of sex toys to good use in “Obedient.”
Others scenarios are more fanciful, and, unless you’re really lucky, are probably not going to happen to you. Part of the thrill of even thinking about the mile high club is that in such close quarters, someone’s bound to notice the movements, noises, and sensations of sex happening near thehim or her. Voyeurism and exhibitionism are part and parcel of sex on a plane, even if you never officially get caught. I’m sure you are probably picturing getting it on in a tiny airplane bathroom, and yes, that happens here. But there’s more than one way to join the Mile High Club, as the “Wild Child” in the story by Matt Conklin learns when her kinky new friend asks for some extra ice. And in “Bermuda Triangle,” we’re introduced to a threesome that takes edge play to new heights, as a man is blindfolded and instructed to fly, his fear upping the ante for the novel sexual encounter about to take place.
While this isn’t a how-to manual, I’m sure you can pick up a few tips on the fine art of blanket placement and in-flight discretion from these talented writers. Alas, during the numerous flights I’ve taken in the last year, nothing so risqué has happened to me, but that hasn’t stopped me from fantasizing about what might be going on a few rows over, or wondering, as I stand in the security line, who might try to pick me up. I love that Wi-Fi is the wave of the flying future, as I write about in my story “Urgent Message,” and I’m looking forward to much in-the-air flirting.
Whether you’re a member of the Mile High Club or just want to be, I hope these stories take you on some exciting trips, and that your next plane ride is just as eventful! Please feel free to share your story or keep up with what’s new in plane sex at my blog at http://milehighclubbook.wordpress.com.
Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City
Excerpt from "Urgent Message" by Rachel Kramer Bussel:
But Brandon brings out the dirty girl inside me, the girl my straight-A, choir and track team member former self could never have imagined. Even now, I retain so much of my good-girl polish, at least on the outside. Before Brandon, I dated guys who would never think of wanting a lady on the streets and a whore in the bedroom. “Whore” probably wasn’t even in their vocabulary, whereas Brandon loved to taunt me with it, whispering it in my ear as I teetered on that perilous, wondrous brink of orgasm, knowing that the prospect of being a woman of the night would send me crashing over the edge.Keep reading all the hot dirty words in "Urgent Message" in The Mile High Club, this week only $1.99 in these formats:
Where are your panties, young lady? was blinking on my screen—in red. Next thing I knew, he’d be going to all caps.
Just a sec, I typed, feeling a rush of wetness soak said item of clothing.
My panties were already skimpy to begin with; I like to travel wearing my sexiest undies to remind me that while I may not have my man with me, I have something to look forward to when I go home. In fact, most of my plain-Jane, boring cotton panties have gone by the wayside in favor of silk, satin, lace and mesh in a rainbow of colors. Brandon has made his mark all over my body, and in my dresser drawers.
I pondered how best to go about this. Removing my bra in the locker room in college without showing my tits was easier than this maneuver would be. I placed the laptop on the tray in front of me, then undid my seat belt, trying to be as silent as possible so as not to attract attention. I reached into the waistband of my skirt and pushed one edge of my panties down one hip, then did the same with the other.
I had to get them down far enough so that I could wiggle them the rest of the way with my legs. My face was hot, and surely blushing, as he continued to type away, the screen refreshing as I squirmed. I wish I could see you slithering out of those panties, wish I could see between your legs to what they were covering. Even though I just tasted you this morning, baby, I miss you already. It’s just not the same without you, but I’m trying.
Tell me what you’re doing. I have my panties halfway down my thighs, I typed back in a flash, grateful for all those years of temping that had gifted me with the ability to type one-hundred words per minute, or one-handed, if need be. I wiggled against the seat, shifting one leg and hip, then the other, as I felt my panties move slowly down my legs.
I’ve got my dick poking out of the waistband of my briefs. I can see the head straining. I wish you were here to lick it. Oh god. I’m getting out the lube now, the one you got us last time, at that store…the one that made you scream when I rubbed it all over you. Every word he typed brought back memories of us doing it in various places. I’d found the lube at a sex superstore in Austin on my last trip there, and it had come in at just under three ounces, which allowed me to carry it on the plane.
We’d had so much fun with it, we’d quickly gone through that tiny bottle, and had to order a supersized one online. The image of his cock he was painting had me breathing hard. I bit my lip, wishing I had something to put in my mouth. He was setting off every hot button of my oral fixation.
I pushed my panties farther down, my hands on top of them over my skirt, keeping my eyes glued to the screen, as if what I were doing wasn’t completely deliberate. Maybe I could say I had an itch and was scratching it, if anyone noticed. I turned to my left, horrified suddenly when I realized my potential audience didn’t just include the people on either side of me, but those in the rest of my row as well. Any of them could glance over and see me slipping my hot pink panties down my legs, over my feet, and into the pouch filled with flight safety instructions and the airline’s magazine. It would be a gift to some lucky flight attendant or, if they did a lackluster job of cleaning, a future passenger. But I didn’t care about that; I cared about obeying Brandon’s order.
Well, Cindy? Are you done yet? I don’t have all day. I mean, I’m almost ready to come all over you, and I don’t want to ruin your pretty underwear.