Anyone a member of the mile-high club?
Is actual bodily penetration a condition of membership? Or does it count if the goal is achieved in a non-penetrative fashion?
Can we go to the judges?
I wish Cindy were here. She’d know.
Yeah, Cindy would lay down the law.
Mile-high club has to include actual sex.
I wouldn’t try it. Air marshals are likely to taser you.
But does sex imply penetration?
Yeah, that was my question: Is ‘actual sex’ penetrative?
Not in my experience.
I think we have two questions here:
Is sex penetrative? (Or does a definition of sex require penetration.)
And does membership to the mile-high club require penetration?
My tentative answers are:
I think probably so.
Okay, I guess that’s why it is an exclusive club.
membership has its privileges.
What if I had my thumb in my butt while I was wanking? Does that count?
what if the goal isn’t achieved at all, but attempted in a penetrative fashion?
e.g. coitus interruptus pleasedonotarrestus
Well, yeah. Defining the goal as an explosion, indeed, speaking in terms of a goal at all, strikes me as limiting and boring.
Hey, I don’t make the rules.
Me, neither! I just like to get down and dirty wherever I can.
Eight . . . miles . . . high . . .
Is it just me, or has anyone actually admitted to this yet?
I’ll confess that it’s an aspiration.
Dagnabbit, I jerked him off under cover of a newspaper between Rome and Athens. I do not recall if it was the New York Times or the International Herald Tribune, nor do I recollect the altitude. But apparently I don’t qualify.
shit, that’s got to count for something.
also, I’m going to miss y’all.
I am not a member of that mile-high club. But I am a member of this one. Other than Sheila, Michael Grant Smith, and Deron, anyone else?
Hell, yeah. It was sweet. Miss you, too. Be looking for you in the shark tunnel once you’re back.
Deron and Amy, have a great trip! I’ll miss you, too.
wait. I ain’t a member. yet.
Sheila, I’m glad to hear it was a broadsheet even if exactly which one doesn’t cum to mind.
As for me, I’m likely to go off like a cocked pistol in all manner of locations – I have no scouting patches for the effort nor any witnesses. I guess that’s the nature of the cocked pistol – rarely witnessed!
Did we ever explore injuries sustained during the act?
And so to bed, uncocked and nothing in the breech! I’ll catch up with you all in the morning.
And so to bed, with visions of what-have-you dancing in our heads.
cabin pressure. cockpit. fuselage.
Sometimes a cockpit is just a cockpit. Freud said that, I think.
Yep. In the main cabin, other passengers sleeping across the aisle.
we have a winner.
wha? I’m the only one?
I was young, didn’t think about it. She sort of slid over on my lap under the blanket. I think it was Aeromexico.
How about subways or trains? I did things on BART once, but not everything. Too hard with the frequent stops.
i once had marital relations with my soon to be wife in a canoe.
i am not making this up.
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