Like the turbines of our turbojet, you and I were on fire. Every time the engine stuttered and coughed our hips worked and rocked. Oxygen was short because the fuselage was one of two things being penetrated, and because there was no time to breathe between furious kisses. That, and we had to take turns with the oxygen max.

Like any good gentleman, I gave you the oxygen mask, taking away your excuse not to get out of breath by hungrily jumping up and down on my lap, plunging my fear hardened altimeter up deep into your cockpit. The mask bounced like your perky breasts freed from that nice, blue, properly ruined flight attendant's outfit which you wouldn't really need anymore in about ten minutes anyway. And those hard, nipples were plenty for me to suck on until it became my turn to take the mask, which happened to be when the wings broke away enough that our plane spun and gravity threw us to the ceiling. There I pounded you upward, letting your feet dangle down to kick headrests or heads themselves; though I'm sure no one cared at that point.

And sure enough, physics was all the more on our side as our nonstop tumble to the ocean below continued with a pirouette. The plane spun and spun, the oscillating forces doing all the work in driving me again and again into you without even trying. We skidded a hot messy trail along the ceiling until the plane pitched again, an indication that we'd just begun to feel the wind coming off the ocean, heavy and thick like the scent of our sex whisked away by the pressure exchange into the open atmosphere, swallowed up like my cock in your cunt.

We fell straight downward then, plunged into free fall where your hair floated around us. I would have told you how it made you look like an angel (or maybe more so a demon given the crazed look on your face), but really, speaking was as gone from either of our minds then as was the air from our lungs. All we could do was kiss, lick at each other like dogs and grope wildly at each others bodies so that the g-forces wouldn't tear us from your g-spot.

All the while the ocean rushed up to meet us like the orgasm rushing down our spines. My hands ran through your hair and down your back, tracing the far better engineered curve there than what had been our plane's tail. I grabbed at it and let the plane throw us around like a ping pong ball. Bruised and battered, I was still stiff and smiling through to the end. And just as the water began to smash through the cockpit of the plane, my last orgasm smashed its way up into your womb. White frothing suds of ocean spray roared up through the cabin around us while I roared against your lips and tightened my arms around your body; the impact being the least thing I was concerned about before...

Everybody dies!

This is a ridiculous prompt, stupid and probably not all that appetizing. I'm aware of that, but it was fun to write! You probably have no idea how to respond to this, and that also probably means you're a sane person who understands that a Friday the 13th prompt should be frightening rather than slightly amusing and full of puns. Was this even erotic? Probably not! But maybe it could be? It'd be hard to make a single coherent roleplay out of this, but I can imagine a number of other scenes where it's basically the end of the world and everyone is just trying to get their rocks off before the nukes come in, or what have you. Or maybe we could play the scene leading up to the fateful fuck? You come tell me?

And if you don't want to have a giggle at death, but still want to have a giggle with me (you sick fuck), then please send me a message anyway. I've got... oh a number of old prompts posted now. Take your pick and tell me what you like, or send me one of your own! I suppose I should list my kinks now, huh? How about... Cunnilingus, catastrophes, and Coriolis forces. Big butts, big boobs, and bigger bombs. Asses, anal, and altitude.

Limits? Neon safety vests (unless they're the only clothes currently being worn), national help hotlines, and never looking both ways before crossing train tracks.