I felt so alone in this world after Sherlock jumped.
I didn't know how to manage myself. I would lie there for days in an unresponsive state. People used to have to come in to rosue me from my gloom. "John," they'd say, "have you been eating? Drinking? Talking to anyone?" Nos all around and they'd be worried again.
This time was different.
I heard a knock at my door. "Come in!" I called, reaching for my cane and ambling up to the door. I opened it up, and there was nobody there to be seen- until, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a yellow DVD box. I picked it up and scoffed. Bee Movie.
Still, as curiosity got the better of me, I slotted it into the DVD player and watched the film.
At first it seemed like a regular old little children's film, with the talking bees and the humorous pace. I didn't think much of it...until the main character, Barry B Benson, started to talk about his lust for the human Vanessa.
My mind went off on a tangent.
I found myself incredibly aroused by the prospect of myself and Sherlock together...only with Sherlock as a bee. Me ejaculating all over his little fuzzy bee body and fucking him hard. Him stinging me in the arse, then dying of disembowelment, but God, the pleasure of the fantasies were basically matched to my level of pain.
I started touching myself during the honey trials scene. Now I pictured threesomes- myself, Sherlock (human this time) and Barry Benson. I felt so hot I could barely take it.
My name is John Watson, and Bee Movie brought me out of depression and into beestiality.