A question about the flight attendant sexual fantasy


Dear Heather,

I love your blog……and just wanted to say hi.  I know you’re married and don’t fly routes down to Florida, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to fulfill my “flight attendant sex fantasies” but reading your blog is fun anyway.  If I’m wrong (and you visit/play) or have friends who do, please let me know.  😉


Dear Ron,

I really am glad you enjoy reading my blog.   But as for the flight attendant fantasy/play-thing…well…to be quite honest, Ron, I’m speechless.  My husband, on the other hand, not so speechless, which is why we won’t be sharing this with him.  What I will share with you is this.  There are just a few words that skeeve me out when used by grown  men – PANTIES and PLAY are two of them.  I’m just saying…    

“Wanna know what skeeves me out,” said my mother who is also a flight attendant when I read to her what I was writing to you.  “Paris Hilton,” she said, and when she said this she said it very seriously. 

And there you have it Ron.   There will be absolutely no playing, panties, or Paris anytime soon!  But hey, that’s just me.  And my mom.  I can’t speak for other flight attendants.    

Happy travels,





    • The following might help Ron out with his flight attendant fantasy.

      You see, I too have a flight attendant fantasy. Fortunately, my wife is a good woman and indulges me with role playing. Forgive me if this is too personal to share.

      I have my wife dress up in a polyester uniform which she has worn for the last 3 days, and has gotten drink stains on.

      Then she locks me in a dark closet at around 5pm with a running vacuum cleaner and a bunch of small TV screens to stare at.

      After three hours, she serves me a frozen salad, stale nuts, semi-rotten appetizers, a burnt dry piece of chicken, and metallic tasting coffee.

      When finished with dinner, I call her to let me out so I can use the bathroom. She opens the door 23 minutes later. If I’m lucky, I’ll get 2 more bathroom breaks later.

      At around 8am, she finally lets me out.

      Then I clear customs. We hop on a bus for a 45 minute ride. She talks about her cats while enroute.

      By then, I’m way too tired for sex……..but can’t help shake the feeling that I’ve somehow been screwed!


  1. I don’t know If I said it already but …Hey good stuff…keep up the good work! 🙂 I read a lot of blogs on a daily basis and for the most part, people lack substance but, I just wanted to make a quick comment to say I’m glad I found your blog. Thanks,)

    A definite great read….

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