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.
