Planes, Trains and Banana-Seat Bicycles

Planes, Trains and Banana-Seat Bicycles originally appeared in the collection "The Mile-High Club."

“Planes, Trains and Banana-Seat Bicycles” doesn’t take to the skies, but there are planes involved. In (Alison Tyler’s) skillful hands, that’s all you’ll need to fly.
—Kathleen Bradean, Erotica Revealed

Alison Tyler flexes her prodigious erotic muscle in “Planes, Trains, and Banana Seat Bicycles. I can dig it.”
—SF Bay Guardian

Excerpt:
Adrien kissed his way down my body. He held onto my waist as he nuzzled the tender skin of my inner thighs, licked me right on the indents of my hips, those ticklish spots, before bringing his mouth to my pussy and suckling my clit. I couldn’t think for a minute, couldn’t worry about this vacation that I emphatically did not want to take.

“Don’t we have a perfectly good bed?” Adrien murmured when he stopped for a breath.

I think I nodded. I might have moaned. All thoughts of air travel were replaced by the journey to orgasm as Adrien began to make those looping circles that I love best, love most of all when he has me bound so that I cannot fight. I have to give in. Who’d fight against pleasure like this? Not me. Not really. But being forced to take the endless rotations of his tongue, of his fingers, being fixed in place while he has his way with me, that nearly makes me see stars.

Which reminded me…

“Sasha says there aren’t any lights anywhere. Nothing but the moon and the stars.”

“Really?” Adrien asked, slipping back up my body to reach for something in our toy drawer. Quickly, he placed a blindfold over my eyes and fastened the strap under my smooth, flat-ironed hair. “With a blindfold on, doesn’t matter if there are lights or not.”