Age Gap Turbulence: A Reverse Harem Mile High Club: An Off-Limits MFM

I was supposed to be heading home. Fresh start. No regrets. But one delayed flight, one pair of knowing eyes, and suddenly, I’m making choices that could land me in trouble at 30,000 feet.

They were twice my age. Sharp suit, commanding presence, and the kind of man who should know better. But I see the way he looks at me—the hesitation, the hunger. And I don’t back down.

This isn’t just a flirtation in a crowded airport. It’s a game of control, of power, of seeing who will break first.

The problem? We’re about to cross a line we can’t uncross.