Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Fellatio

The teal carpet scraped against her slender knees, burning ever more intensely with each half-inch scuffle. She dragged the zipper slowly down its chain. With fasciantion and finesse she slid her hand over his pelvis, rotating clockwise as she slipped the button out of place and pulled apart the cotten curtains of his boxers. Her tongue slid over her shining, red lips as the pheremones elevated her senses. Then she saw it. Darting in and out of the flesh near his head. Sickly white and peppered with black spines. It writhed in an attempt to avoid sight. She reeled back in terror, recognizing the horrors of the bot fly.

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