“Metamorphosis III”

Continuing the series…..

Now a widow,  Laura’s life took on different dimensions.  The house was on the market, and she decided to travel.  She thought of spelunking, exploring caves, climbing mountains.   

 

Pouring over brochures, she heard a scratching sound. She unlatched the second story window and allowed Bart Batkowski to flutter in. 

 

“I wish you would use the door like a normal person.  You will draw attention this way.”

 

“Laura, do you forget what I am? Besides a co-conspirator in murder?”

 

Laura signed. Harold was dead, gone, Bart now sharing her bed.  But it wasn’t the bed where the action happened.  It was the damn closet and sex was gymnastic at best.  Though Laura had known a transformation, it wasn’t complete.  The angle of penetration was off. Bart would insist on hanging from his heels, and all attempts at necking gave Laura a stiff one; neck, that is.

 

Since Bart said his DNA required the closet hang, they compromised with a vertical 69 position.  Bart would embrace her with his wings wrapped tightly around them, and Laura would get comfortable with her pubis level at Bart’s nose.

 

It was a strange mating, but when Bart snored it sent Laura to heaven.

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2008, 2012

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