i am a muslim woman and i want to join the mile high club

If you’re Muslim, it’s much harder to join the Mile High Club, named after those who have had sex on planes.

I should know, I tried it once, well. I never thought about that until I flew from London to Dubai overnight and felt like I should have crossed it off my to-do list.

I looked for a hot party, but also realized I was probably saving myself for the bikini-clad kids on Dubai Beach.

I’m wearing a hijab so I think it gives a great sign to keep moving if you don’t mind.

I smiled at a man on the plane. he did not realize. Anyway, the stewardess gave me a look that said “nice try” before the lights went out. As for the kids, she used a more sensible eye mask and ear plugs to drown out the sound of their snoring.

It’s always the same for me.No Regardless of the man’s background, they all assume the same thing that I (a Muslim woman) don’t want sex.

On the other hand, those who don’t ignore me may have little interest, but seem concerned about taking off their hijabs and want nothing to do with my turn.

I don’t think flying is a big deal. I like the idea of ​​being in such a small space and being at the mercy of multiple types of turbulence.

We also know we’re “in this” together because we only trust each other to avoid getting caught.

The chances of graduating from the mile-high club may be slim, but nothing of value comes easy. I think I can get away with it. I was able to say it was thanks to

I was able to slip on the toilet and pretend to fall on my penis (hard to believe, but as many scammers say, they can Occur).

I can tell you that I didn’t know there was a law that applied at an altitude of 40,000 feet. I don’t know which one will be asked, but I want to experiment and live freely, so I would like to do it.

Interestingly, there is a charter company based in Las Vegas that offers a 45 minute flight on ‘Love Cloud’ for £735. The service is aimed primarily at couples, but groups of 3 or 4 can get it for less than £200 per person (pardon the pun). I feel like I deserve it, but honestly, I wouldn’t pay for this experience.

It may seem easier to go the formal route, but half the fun in court is the risk and danger of doing things you shouldn’t. Take the spontaneity of fantasy by jumping on the “cloud of love”.

Planning ahead makes it a bit more mechanical with the pilot consciously guiding you up and down.

Men usually want to take credit for me when I mention my sexual fantasies.

I thought about joining the hot air balloon club. Do not misunderstand. I won’t say no, but it’s a bit too open and cold.

I once got an offer for the London Eye, but he was a football player and he expected me to pay for the ticket; Needless to say, he didn’t.

But probing the high trachea is just a sexual fantasy of mine.

My other fantasies are more earthly. I really want to do it in a restaurant. I would love to do this on a pool table or on a boat.

What I am trying to say is that men I have seen them always prioritize what they need and want, both emotionally and sexually. I had no real sexual desires or past experiences because of the hijab, and they seemed to “enlighten” me.

All this says confidently and joyfully that I am a sexual person. I am also a Muslim woman. The two should not be mutually exclusive. In fact, they can be happily united by just one person: me!

I as a society hate that we are not more open about sex and our desires, I often feel like these are ignored.

In my first memoir, Sex Bomb, I write about everything you didn’t know about love, sex, romance, and growing up and being fulfilled. It can serve as a practical guide.

While there is no step-by-step guide to where to have unsafe sex, there are plenty of ways to help others who may be struggling with relationships, self-esteem, and love. Remember that you always have a return flight.

Now I know what I deserve, I am looking for the boy of my dreams, she is very tall, energetic, funny and beautiful. We value each other so much that he tries to completely drain our relationship.

So if you look at me suspiciously at the airport, avoid eye contact, or stuff something under my burqa, it’s not a weapon of mass destruction, it’s just a sex bomb.