Wearing flip flops, I somehow was stung on the bottom of my foot by a bee while walking my dog. I didn’t realize it until the venom was well up past my safe word toleration. We were about half a mile from home… I felt like I wanted to ask a stranger to drive me home but it felt too weird with my dog. So.. we fucking walked as I writhed in pain. It was a good kind of pain mixed with lots of sharp “no thank you” pain. Eventually I was not feeling the worst of it and beginning to get horny (wtf?). As it so happens, I was going to be alone for the next few hours. Once I was home and put my things down… My brain decided, “I need to fucking masturbate.
Dear God… is this beestiality?