Posts Tagged ‘Mile High Club’

“Boner-High Club”

April 1, 2010

Over at City Pages blog Gimme Noise, Patrick Strait gives some advice on joining what he prefers to call the “boner-high club” – it’s hilariously awesome (he also calls it “hot sky-love,” another phrase I’m digging):

The most important first step when it comes to finding a “Boner-High Club” partner (totally rolls off the tongue, amiright?) is scouting the talent on the plane.

So who should you look for? The fun-loving college girl who is super-psyched to do tequila shots on the beach? The sexy cougar who has already had three red wines before take off? The creepy 27-year-old throwing a temper tantrum over the fact that they aren’t offering Coors Light (the official beer of sky-boning) on the flight?

No. I’m talking about the flight attendants. Hear me out.

After sitting on a plane for four hours, most people are tired, bored and full of rage. Now imagine being on a plane for 18 hours straight. What would you do to break up the monotony?

Exactly; anything.

That’s why you need to keep your eyes open and look for flight attendants who appear to be somewhat sleep deprived and potentially delusional. They’ll be looking for any source of entertainment, opening the door for a romantic encounter for even the most mediocre of gentlemen.

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Celebrity pilot back in the air after joining mile-high club with porn star

March 29, 2010

From TMZ:

Celeb pilot David Martz — who joined the mile-high club with a porn star last year while operating a helicopter — got his license back yesterday … and he says he passed his oral exam with flying colors.

The FAA stripped Martz (left) of his pilot’s license last year after footage surfaced of the pilot and porn star Puma Swede engaging in oral sex … 10,000 feet above residential areas in San Diego.

Martz — who flew a number of celebs including Tommy Lee — met with an FAA rep yesterday who gave him an oral exam and then a practical flying exam where they tested him on emergency procedures, cross country, and … ahem … auto rotation.

Martz says he’s happy to have part of his life back, promising “no shenanigans” in the cockpit from here on out.

Great review of The Mile High Club

January 4, 2010

The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories got a great review over at News, Reviews, and Interviews of the Other Industry!

They gave it a 4.5 out of 5 and wrote in part:

“A Brief Respite” by Desiree is about a female questioning whether she’s in the right relationship. While her flight to see his parents, she encounters a flight attendant who makes her horny. Since her boyfriend is busy listening to his iPod, she fantasizes of the straight male attendant. Things escalate when she acts on her whim by diddling herself in the bathroom!

There are other stories that are silly, but worth reading like “Get on, Get off” by Jeremy Edwards where an airline offers M(asturbation)-Class service and “Top Banana” by Craig Sorensen with the latter one being about a struggling computer salesman that gets his groove back after getting fresh with one of the female attendants who shows him who’s top banana, so to speak!

Then, we have the two gems of the anthology Donna Storey’s “Nasty Little Habit” and “Aisle Seat” by Stan Kent. The former title is about a recently promoted female excecutive who tries to break her habit of diddling herself during flight. Thankfully, she doesn’t have to break because she has someone else doing it for her. The latter story is definitely the best in the collection and almost conjures up the imagery from the front cover. It’s about a chance encounter with a sultry Italian woman that leads to a lustful mile-high session in the bathroom!

Desiree reads from The Mile High Club part one

December 9, 2009

Desiree reads at In The Flesh Reading Series from The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories.

Watch part 2 here.

Mile High Club reality tv show seeking contestants, including female flight attendant

July 9, 2009

from Reality Wanted:

Casting Call Information
City: Los Angeles
State: CA

CASTING CALL: for MTV-style reality dating show (Los Angeles)

This is a paid one day, 8-hour shoot.

“The Real World meets Girls Gone Wild on a private jet”
“This is the mile high club in the Stratosphere”

We are looking for attractive 21-28 year old GIRLS and GUYS
with BIG and BOLD personalities to compete on a new reality dating show that takes place on a Gulfstream jet. -Any ethnicity/background/sexual preference is welcome to apply!

We are also casting for a female Flight Attendant to be the host of the show. In order to apply you must prove to be qualified to serve as the only flight attendant on board a private Gulfstream aircraft.

This is the ultimate luxury trip on a private jet. If you are looking for love or just looking to hook up this is the show for you!

Win a copy of The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories

April 5, 2009

One of my favorite questions I’ve been asking in the contributor interviews for The Mile High Club is “What celebrity would you most want to join The Mile High Club with and why?”

So now I’m asking YOU!

Just tell me your answer by April 30th (midnight, EST) and one of you will win a copy of The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories.

One entry per person, all locations acceptable.

Add some sizzle to your mile high club fun

April 2, 2009

These are available from Milehighkit.com – fun!

Mile High Kit

Mile High Tease: Mobile Intimacy Kit
Size Matters. Compact and discreet, the Tease fits perfectly into a coat pocket or clutch. Includes a whisper-quiet massager, lubricant, 2 condoms, and lipstick mirror.

Mile High Kit

Mile High Seduce: Mobile Intimacy Kit
The Pack Light, Pet Heavy. Travel-ready, the Seduce is carry-on safe and packed with erotic essentials. Passion in two servings:
Appetizer: Scented cloths, cinnamon breath mints, pocket mirror, blindfold, and “do not disturb” door hanger.
Main course: Bottles of lubricant and massage oil, feather tickler, whisper-quiet massager, pleasure ring, and three condoms.

Interview with The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories contributor Cheyenne Blue

April 1, 2009

What was your inspiration for your story in The Mile High Club?

My story, “Wing Walker” was inspired by a friend from some years back whose boyfriend was a stunt pilot. He traveled to air shows around the UK and Europe in his biplane. At one point, he was looking for someone willing to train as a wing walker. I was very, very tempted despite the fact that I am an absolute chicken with heights. I went along to the airfield with them, and while it cemented that fact that my feet are better kept on the ground, it was an awesome thing to watch. And then I read Rachel’s call for submissions for The Mile High Club and I’m afraid I took sex ON a plane rather literally.

Why do you think The Mile High Club has such a mystique?

It’s a bold and brazen statement of your naughtiness. Pretty much everyone knows what you’re doing. After all, why else would two people willingly go into a cramped airplane toilet together? And half of the plane have probably been listening to your pleasure as they line up outside waiting for the lock to slide over to “vacant”. And however subtle you think you’re being with that carefully positioned blanket, you can bet the flight attendants have you pegged. You need to be bold and brassy about it, and let’s face it, not all of us have the guts for that. There’s no way to join the Mile High Club discreetly, not unless you’re Barack Obama in Air Force One with a whole spacious plane to romp in, and only the Secret Service looking discreetly out of the window. Hmmmm, now that’s an idea for a story…

Do you have any tips for people looking to join The Mile High Club, whether from personal experience, observation or imagination?

Move to Denver? Somehow that mile-high city doesn’t count for this. So, wear a skirt. Smile sweetly when security pulls out your mini-vibe from your carry-on baggage. Select the two seats at the back of the airbus, so that you don’t have an inadvertent threesome with the person in the third seat. Wiggle your way onto Air Force One.

What celebrity would you most want to join The Mile High Club with and why?

Sexy tennis players Rafael Nadal and Amélie Mauresmo come to mind. Can I have both of them? At once? And now I’ve got Air Force One into my head, I’ll add Barack and Michelle Obama.

Are there any specific planes or airports you find particularly sexy?

Right now, I’m having major fantasies involving Air Force One and a certain president, but I have to say that normally planes don’t do much for me. That’s probably why I set my story “Wing Walker” ON a plane, out in the freedom of the cold open air, rather than in an air-conditioned tin can.

We all know that in real life, plane travel is often not very sexy at all. What’s your best piece of advice on how to make plane travel as relaxing as possible?

Assuming you’re traveling Cattle Class, and can’t sashay your way into an upgrade, my patented method for making plane journeys fly by, is white wine, loose clothing, no shoes, toothbrush and toothpaste for those long haul flights, and of course a good book. Personally, I love long haul flights, and consider them prime story-writing time. And the expression of the person in the next seat as they read what I’ve written over my shoulder? Priceless.

What’s next for you?

I’m eyeing Australia again, and expect to be living back there by the end of the year. Writing wise, right this second I have twitchy fingers to write about Air Force One. I’m also taking second (Third? Fourth?) looks at some unfinished stories that stalled for various reasons, and I’m working on a novel with bisexual themes. My website http://www.cheyenneblue.com has details.

Below is an excerpt from Cheyenne Blue’s story “Wing Walker.” Read the entire story in The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories.

The conversations go something like this:

“I’m a wing walker,” I say, demurely twiddling my glass of chardonnay.

“Oh?” he says, and his eyes flick over me dismissively, no doubt picturing me in thick overalls wielding an industrial hose of airplane deicer at DIA. “You don’t look the maintenance type.”

“I’m not,” I say. “I wear a catsuit, not a boilersuit, and I dance on the wing of the plane as it flies along.”

That always gets their attention, at the very least a double take, while they decide if I’m serious or not. And if they decide I am, then I have their interest for as long as I want it.

Wing walking goes something like this:

I dress warmly—a layer of wicking thermals because it’s colder than the moon out there, with the wind whipping away every thought of warmth; then the catsuit. It’s a patriotic red, white and blue, a line of stars down the thigh, diagonal stripes over the torso. Patriotism goes down well with the air-show crowds. I wear goggles against the wind, soft slippers on my feet so I don’t harm the fabric of the wing.

Bob is our pilot, Buttercup is our plane. Bob is sixty-eight and has a steady hand on the controls. Buttercup is also sixty-eight and she’s a Boeing Stearman biplane, a game old girl painted as sunny as her name. Bob and her, they have a long history together. I often think they’ll go together in a burst of flame on a hillside. I just hope I’m not on the wing at the time.

We take off from a back strip, away from the crowds. I’m already on the upper wing in my safety harness, securely fastened to the upright struts that protrude from the center of the plane’s structure. Surely you didn’t think I’d do this without a harness? Some people used to, but they tended to have short careers.

We circle the air show once, up high. We’ll talk a little on the radio. Bob worries how long he can keep doing this. The maintenance on the old girl gets harder every year. Then we get the signal to go and we come in fast and low. I’ll be in a pose: arm extended gracefully, my long hair streaming behind me like Boadicea the warrior queen. Or Xena the warrior princessæI guess more people have heard of her. One leg cocked up, I’ll hold the pose and wave to the crowd as Bob takes us up in a hard spiral. And for the next fifteen minutes or so, Bob will twirl with Buttercup, looping the loop, flying upside down, flipping her from side to side, always within sight of the crowds, of course. And me? I’ll be up there, posing, slow-motion dancing, sometimes doing a handstand, although Bob has to keep her totally steady for that one, so I only do that when he’s been dry for a few days. The wind pummels the breath from my body, and moving a limb is like pushing against cement. The roar of the air and the rumble and creak of the plane beneath my feet fill my head. There’s a crowd? I honestly couldn’t tell you. It’s just me and Buttercup and Bob, flying in our little space-time continuum.

Interview with The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories contributor Donna George Storey

March 31, 2009


Donna George Storey, author of “Nasty Little Habit”

What was your inspiration for your story in The Mile High Club?

In my story “Nasty Little Habit,” I wanted to set up an airplane seduction that could easily happen in my real life. Now you may be wondering if I’ve masturbated on a trans-Atlantic flight under the blanket? I’m afraid I have to take the Fifth on that one…

I will confess that like my narrator, I find the close contact with so many anonymous men on an airplane very provocative. The writer in me wants to slip inside their lives to know their secrets even for just a few moments. As in the story, I’ve also sat next to men who kept glancing over clearly hoping to chat, but since I usually have a great book I want to read, I’d ignore them as best I could. On the other hand, when I did relent, I enjoyed the strange intimacy with a partner chosen by the seat assignment computer. It makes me realize we’re all on the same journey, at least for a time. And why not have fun along the way?

Why do you think The Mile High Club has such a mystique?

Good sex whisks us away from ordinary life to another realm, a sort of suspended state existing beyond the rules we usually follow. Witness for example all the control freaks, men or women, who love to be dominated in bed, just as Matt Conklin’s narrator observes in “Wild Child.” Airplane travel is like sex. We are literally suspended in air, able to take on a temporary new identity. We’re brushing up against strangers we’d otherwise never meet, our senses are heightened by the excitement and novelty. Plus, there’s always that whiff of danger that each ride might be our last. Since we’re all thinking sexy thoughts anyway, we’re bound to be curious about the brave few who can take it one step further to actually realizing our collective fantasy.

Do you have any tips for people looking to join The Mile High Club, whether from personal experience, observation or imagination?

On our many flights to Japan, my husband and I occasionally lucked out and got the entire middle bank of seats on a 747 to ourselves. We’d put up the arm rests and stretch out, his head on one end, mine on the other, legs entwined. Sometimes we’d spoon together and I could feel his hard-on pushing against my ass, cruelly separated by our clothes. Occasionally a flight attendant would glance at us, but that’s back before I wrote erotica and we reined in our improper urges. Now that transgressive sex is very much on my mind for professional reasons, I can appreciate the possibilities that situation presents more fully.

For a woman, masturbating under the blankets is very doable. As a responsible professional, I confirmed the logistics on my last flight to Japan recently. However, practically speaking, to move up to platinum membership in the Mile High Club with intercourse in the restroom, I’d definitely need some serious foreplay in the seats to overcome the ick factor. Of course, in the right mood, squalor can be a turn-on all its own.

What celebrity would you most want to join The Mile High Club with and why?

Jon Stewart. He’s smart and funny and he looks a bit like my grandfather. Plus, I think he has enough of a prurient streak he’d really appreciate a good roll on the seats.

Are there any specific planes or airports you find particularly sexy?

Pittsburgh International Airport is definitely my first love. I took my maiden flight from Pittsburgh to Washington, D.C. when I was eight. It lasted all but forty-minutes, but they served an elegant breakfast on china plates: two huge Danishes, fresh melon, orange juice in a real glass.

The parking lot of the Pittsburgh Airport was where I became enchanted with the perfume of jet fuel on the breeze, the fragrance of foreign adventure. The waiting area is where I saw an infomercial on California made by TWA that made me yearn to live in that golden land someday. (Dreams do come true–I’ve been a California girl for years now, although of course TWA has long passed into history.) And the Pittsburgh Airport is where the man who took my virginity–actually I sort of shoved it at him and said “here”–treated me to breakfast one very early July morning. Driving out to the airport to have eggs and toast and watch the planes take off is an time-honored romantic tradition in the City of Steel.

We all know that in real life, plane travel is often not very sexy at all. What’s your best piece of advice on how to make plane travel as relaxing as possible?

Long flights to Europe or Asia are the real challenge. Drink lots of plain water, but no alcohol. Take off your shoes and wear travel socks (except to the restroom—those floors are sticky) to avoid swollen, aching feet. Blow-up neck pillows are key for restful sleep, and try to get some or the jet lag will hammer you. Plus, always snag a blanket, even if you don’t plan to masturbate!

What’s next for you?

I’m easing up on the promotion of my first dirty book, Amorous Woman (the semi-autobiographical tale of an American woman’s love affair with Japan), to start work on a new novel, which will be a journey into America’s erotic past. The research has been lots of fun. I’m also starting up a collection of podcasts of my work, which you can find on the Aural Pleasures page of my website.

Below is an excerpt from Donna George Storey’s “Nasty Little Habit.” Read the entire story in
The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories.

Today’s the day I’ll break my nasty little habit once and for all.

That’s what I tell myself as I shuffle on to the London-bound plane with the other Premiere Executives. I’m the only woman in the bunch, which isn’t unusual. Before I decided to change my ways, the closeness of so many anonymous male bodies was the first thing to get me in the mood for later misbehavior. I’d imagine them gathered around me as I pleasured myself, cocks in hand, ready to shoot their loads all over me until every inch of my flesh glistened like a freshly glazed doughnut.

Today, however, I resolutely wipe such thoughts from my mind as I hurry through the business class cabin—no upgrade this time, alas—and silently repeat my vow.

I will not masturbate under the blanket on this flight.

I murmur it, under my breath, as I slip my suitcase into the overhead bin.

I will not masturbate under the blanket on this flight.

Pulling my book from my shoulder bag, I settle into seat 33B. Call me a masochist, but I specifically requested a center seat rather than my usual window. Breaking bad habits always requires a certain amount of discomfort, and it will be that much harder to jam my hand down my pants with a vigilant stranger on either side.

I pick up the plastic-wrapped blanket from my chair and push it under the seat in front of me, well out of temptation’s way. It’ll make for a chilly night, but I can hardly masturbate under the blanket if I have no blanket, can I?

“Excuse me.”

It’s a male voice, obviously the occupant of 33A. I don’t even look his way as I rise and step into the aisle to let him pass…

Read the rest of the story in The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories.

You may also enjoy Donna George Storey’s hotel sex erotica interview and her Do Not Disturb guest post, “Love Hotel Madness.”

Mile High Club on film in “Women in Trouble”

March 31, 2009

clip via Film School Rejects (if it doesn’t show up, which it doesn’t seem to be, click through to watch)

Variety reports:

And now for something completely different: From Sebastian Gutierrez, scripter of “Gothika” and “Snakes on a Plane,” comes “Women in Trouble,” a wildly uneven but compulsively watchable mix of high camp and grand passions, soap opera and softcore sex. Very much in the deliriously lewd style of Pedro Almodovar — who has co-written unproduced scripts with Gutierrez, and gets a shout-out in the closing credits — this exuberantly uninhibited indie has the anything-goes spirit of something tossed off in a single burst of collaborative energy. Auds and critics will have mixed reactions, but theatrical and homevid potential is undeniable…

Standouts among the ensemble cast include Sarah Clarke as a therapist driven to drink by her cheating husband (Simon Baker), Marley Shelton as a starstruck flight attendant who courts disaster while joining the Mile High Club, and Isabella Gutierrez (the writer-director’s daughter) as a shrewd adolescent who’s more level-headed than many of the adults around her.

And from Film School Rejects:

The film essentially tells the story of ten seemingly desperate women, all with their own unique sets of problems, many of whom collide into each other on their journey through one incredibly odd day. There is a world famous porn star named Electra Luxx (Carla Gugino), who has just found out that she is pregnant with the child of a wild British drummer — brought to life by an awesome performance from Josh Brolin. And just as she is finding out this news, her future baby daddy is attempting to woo a sexy flight attendant (Marley Shelton) as he returns from what sounds like a busted tour with his band.