Author: Alison Tyler
About: Planes, Trains
and Banana-Seat Bicycles originally appeared in the collection "The
"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
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
"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."