The Fly

I can tell it's going to be a strange day when I wake up to cool air. Cool, at least, for late summer.

One by one the kids get ready to leave the house for work and various activities, with their friends stopping by to offer rides, discuss the latest neighborhood rumor, or just say hello to me.

By 2 pm the house is finally quiet.

I go into my room to tidy up so I can begin my own work. The cool night air has finally warmed up.

As I start to straighten up the bed covers I get the sudden urge to pleasure myself. I quickly drop my robe to the floor, step out of my house slippers, and get out the jar of Albolene.

I lie down, making sure the pillows are arranged just to my satisfaction, one under my head, one supporting my right arm alongside my body, and one under my left buttock.

I get some of the Albolene onto my fingers and begin to rub it onto my clit, where the heat of my pussy liquefies the cream till it trickles all around my pussy lips and down to my asshole. I reach over to the bedside table and open the drawer, pulling out a large bath towel to slip under my bottom.

I wiggle around to get myself comfortable again. I begin to reach back down, but suddenly, I hear a loud buzzing noise.

My adrenaline begins to flow, my hearing becomes acute, my heart speeds up. The buzzing fades away then, soft and distant, only to return, getting louder and louder.

I see what it is — a fly that must have gotten in with all the opening and closing of the front door.

He seems to be dive-bombing me, swooping down again and again from the top of the room, each time gliding just past my ear —  first one ear, then the other. The buzz grows fainter each time he ascends to the ceiling again.

I have difficulty seeing him without my glosses, but this time he seems to be hovering up there, almost as if he is trying to figure out what to do now that he has my attention.

I lie very still, quieting my body, pretending to be asleep except for my open eyes. The fly hovers near the ceiling a little longer, then slowly descends toward me. It is almost dreamlike, the action nearly slowing to a halt, as he comes closer and closer to me. Except this time he's not heading towards one of my ears, but towards my open crotch. He lands on my clit.

He begins to buzz, and all my attention is drawn to my clit, which by this time has swollen double. The buzzing continues, on my clit, like a miniature vibrator. I am reminded of Betty Dodson.

He must be swimming in the Albolene, I speculate, but my attention jumps back to the buzzing and my growing arousal.

The buzzing gets louder, and my clit throbs harder, and all of a sudden I am exploding with an orgasm!

When my writhing body has calmed down, I listen for the buzzing, but it has stopped, and everything in my room is quiet. I look down, but the fly is nowhere to be seen. I look up, and he is not on the ceiling.

I never see him again.

(from Animal Fantasies)