A Flying Fuck

"Mmmmhummm yes baby yes!" Stacy called out to no one in particular, not even the chilled and peeled cucumber she was using for lack of a proper dildo.

The only response she got was from her computer screen, which promptly flickered and crashed. She lost her perfect fantasy jpeg, yet again!

"God Damn Windows!" Stacey wondered if she was ever going to cum this evening! This was the third time in a row that her computer had crashed.

Stacey realized that her orgasm was going to have to employ her imagination now. Deciding if it was worth it or not was another matter. Why did her computer have to crash so much? It wasn't fair, not fair at all. The real question was, why didn't Stacey just go out and find someone to have an orgasm with?

Oh well, she didn't feel like beating herself up about it, and the cucumber was so ready and willing. She rebooted the computer, and while waiting she conjured up an old canine fantasy and came to the dim hum of the blasted computer.

"Another veggie sacrificed to the Goddesses!" laughed Stacey as she tossed the soaking wet cucumber into the trash, the third one that week!

"Something has got to happen! Produce is fun and all, but..." Stacey pondered her sexual desperation, as she got back online in search of her very own zipless fuck.

"I wonder if a cyber zipless fuck counts? Back in Erica Jong's time the Internet was a concept fit only for science fiction geeks. Computer geeks. Something you are turning into yourself! What with all the porn sites and chat rooms you haunt, you cyber slut! You digital pussy!" Stacey could only sigh to the dialogue in her head.

She had had many close encounters with the elusive zipless fuck, which she had read about in Fear of Flying, shit when she was like 15 years old!

"Oh my Goddess," Stacey confided to her computer screen, " I have been searching for the zipless fuck for 16 years now! Time to throw in my garters, or at least reread the book. Maybe I missed something?"