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Flight Attendant & Orgasms

13/12/2025

I’m 28, been a flight attendant for five years, and I fly international long-haul routes. That means multi-day layovers in some of the most incredible cities on the planet: Paris with the Eiffel Tower glittering outside my window, Tokyo’s neon chaos pulsing below, Dubai’s skyline like something out of a sci-fi movie, New York at night when the city truly never sleeps.

I love my job. I really do. But I’m barely home. Relationships? Almost impossible. Hookups happen occasionally, but they’re rare and usually unsatisfying.

So here’s the raw truth: I masturbate. A lot. Like, nearly every single layover, sometimes multiple times.

The second I get to my room, the ritual starts. I kick off my heels, peel out of my uniform (still smelling faintly of airplane air and coffee), and step into the hottest shower I can stand.

The water pounds against my skin, washing away the exhaustion of a 14-hour flight. I let my hands wander almost immediately—tracing over my breasts, down my stomach, between my legs—teasing myself while steam fills the bathroom.

Then I make myself comfortable on that massive king bed with its perfect sheets. Sometimes I pack my favorite vibrator (small, discreet, and powerful). Sometimes it’s just my fingers.

Sometimes I watch porn on the huge TV—loud enough to drown out any hallway noise but not enough to get complaints. Other times I don’t need it; I close my eyes and replay the flight: the cute passenger who flirted in business class, the way the captain’s voice sounded over the PA, random strangers I saw in the airport.

I’ve come looking out floor-to-ceiling windows at the Sydney Opera House lit up at night. I’ve edged myself for an hour in a suite overlooking the Seine. I’ve ridden my toy hard and fast in Singapore while monsoon rain hammered the glass. The thrill of being in these beautiful, temporary places alone—knowing no one can interrupt, no one knows—makes everything so much more intense.

It’s not sad. It’s not desperate (at least I don’t think so). It’s just… my reality. This job gives me the world, but it takes away consistent intimacy. So I give it to myself, over and over, in luxury hotel rooms across the globe.

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