Cuming to New York

Cuming to New York

I had a weird flight today from Heathrow to JFK. I got to the airport an hour before take off. In that hour I manged to:

1. Buy my plane ticket
2. Check in
3. Clear security
4. Claim back VAT

I JUST made it.

The flight was 3/4s empty. I flew coach and had a window seat and the one next to it fo myself. Nice. I grabbed 4 blankets and 4 pillows put on my noise cancelling headphones and listened to my iPod shuffle the whole way there.

Because I had so many blankets I wondered if it were possible to mastrubate to the point of orgasm without anyone knowing. I reached under the blankets and down the top of the skirt. I moved my panties to the side and began fingering my clit with my middle finger. I couldn't open my legs that widely, so it really wasn't the best point of access. Surprisingly, I was wet. It got very boring, however, fingering myself. I didn't even get close to cuming. I fell asleep.

I woke up. I'm not sure how much later. There was a good run of songs on the iPod:

"Dance this Mess Around" by the B-52's
"Til I Whisper You Something" - Sinead O'Connor
"Here's Where the Story Ends" - The Sundays
"Something to Shout about" - Johnny Marr
"What you Waiting for?" - Gwen Stefani
"Two Wrongs" Wyclef Jean
"Chrystal" - New Order
"The Sea" -Morcheeba
"He Used to Be a Lovely Boy" - Keane

I decided to give masturbation another whack - ha! I decided I needed some penetration. I reached into my purse and grabbed the first phallic-shaped object in there. It was lipstick. Bad choice. I reached in again and retreived a pen. I was very inconspicioius when inserting the the pen into my pussy. Obviously it wasn't the ball point end. I began working it up and down. I was so NOT turned on. Blah. I fell asleep again.

I woke up again. I'm not sure how much later. "No Surprises" by Radiohead was playing. I suddenly and spontaneously began crying. I don't know why. I was feeling remarkably happy then suddenly upon hearing that song I was hit by an empty pit of sadness that was ever so consuming. The song ended. I stopped crying and was fine for the rest of the plane ride.

Upon picking up my baggage from the carousel I noticed that BA cracked my suitcase to the point I have to buy another one. They were totally unsympathetic too! Fuckers!

I took a taxi from JFK. I'm staying in a hotel in my old neighborhood. How freakin' weird is that? Some stores changed, some have stayed the same. I got a nice big executive room. It's freezing in here tho.

Immediate upon arriving in my hotel room I rushed to the toilet. As soon as I sat down there was a splash! The pen dropped out and into the toilet bowl.

Oh shit! I forgot it was there.

Yeah, so I fished it out, but I'm going to throw it away.

OK, time to go out with friends. We're hitting some bars in SoHo. It's about time I had a proper Cosmopolitian.