Micro Monday

They Came Higher Than Ever Before

They were already high to begin with.

Somebody took a video. Several somebodies took videos. Of course, they did. Who wouldn’t? What kind of age do we live in? Others merely snapped photos. Lots of photos. An event of this magnitude should be recorded for posterity. And there were many posteriors involved. Some wide, some narrow, some round, some less so. But all perked up if not perky too and ready for insertion.

What was recovered is most likely a mere fragment of what was documented. The rest is somewhere up there or deep in the ocean.

Such an event ought to go down in history. Although “go down” may not be the most auspicious term considering the venue of the event, there was without a doubt — supported by videographic and photographic evidence — that indeed plenty of going down had taken place. Knees were scraped, heads were pushed, hair was pulled, throats were filled.

Maybe there was something in the air. We will never know. Perhaps there was a leak. Some called it a fever. Most fevers involve high temperatures or a high of some sort. This one was definitely high.

There is fierce debate as to how it began. Timestamps of the videos and photos have been used as persuasive evidence, but this is hard to do when all who were present had a myriad of time zones set on their phones.

Some believe that there was interference not of the divine variety. In other words, somebody didn’t listen to the announcement and turned on what they shouldn’t have turned on. Perhaps multiple somebodies did so.

A combination of video footage and photos show the following:

There was noisy romping from the bathroom, which as always is tightly spaced, so there were probably acrobatics involved.

The captain told his co-captain to take the wheel, then proceeded to stand up, unbuckle his belt, release his ready member, and slapped his co-captain across the face with it. The co-captain, all the while, kept control of the vehicle. He was good at multi-tasking.

Passengers clambered over seats and reached for each other’s buttons. Jackets were flung into the aisle. Zippers were lowered. Clothed bodies slammed against each other. There was no time for complete disrobing. Heads bumped into the overhead compartments. Carry-ons fell onto people.

Business class and first class had the best time with their wider spaces and seemingly unlimited champagne.

Soon, though, there was no separation between haves and have-nots. They were all in this together.

It was a frenzy.

For all onboard the flight when the plane went down, their final moments were most likely spent in orgasmic bliss.

Dash Ip probably like yourself, has taken many plane rides.

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