Journal 02
Captain Elise Varga 41
Commercial airline pilot
- Life
- Upper-middle class. Divorced. The kids live with their father and stay out of this.
- Temper
- Stern. No-nonsense. Dry when she bothers to be funny.
Kinks
- Uniform fetish
- Public degradation
I fly narrow-body jets and I do not miss approaches. The divorce is finished. My children live with their father, and that part of my life is not a prop. On layovers I keep the jacket on longer than I need to. The stripes make the rest of it filthier.
I like a junior in the chair by the hotel window. I like them watching me get fucked. I like getting on my knees after, still in the captain's jacket, and licking the creampie out of my own cunt while I make them look. Public is a hotel with a thin door and a crew that has to see me on the van in the morning. That is public enough.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
Still the captain
Different city. Same jacket. I made her keep the cabin-crew scarf on. She fucked me with the toy from my wash bag because the man from the hotel bar had already finished and was sitting on the floor looking wrecked. He is forty. She is thirty-six. I mention it because people get romantic and stupid about uniforms. Don't get comfortable, I told him. You came in me. You're going to…
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We blocked in at 21:10. By 22:40 I had the first officer in the armchair and a flight attendant I'd flown with twice fucking me on the hotel bed. Everybody in that room is over thirty. I checked, because I am not casual about the roster. I didn't change. Tie loose, jacket on, skirt up. Sit, I told the FO. You don't touch yourself until I say. You watch. The…
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