Plastic Surgery Monologue

Barry Benson, a small bee, sits on the shoulder of his human lover. “Vanessa?”
“Yes Barry?” she answers, reaching for a glass of wine
“There’s something we need to talk about.” Vanessa could tell from his tone that this was serious. She sets down her glass of wine, and holds out her finger for Barry to fly onto. Finally eye to eye, he speaks. “These last three months have been…” he is cut off by Vanessa “Magical?” “Yes...I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been to know you. But..here’s the thing” “What is it, Barry. You can tell me. Is there another bee you’re seeing?” “No, no, I would never. I love you Vanessa, but that’s just it. I’m a bee. I don’t live as long as you humans do. Vanessa - I’m dying.” Vanessa gasps, putting her hand to her
I don’t want my last days to be sad. I want them to be something you remember forever. I want...you.” “Barry?” Vanessa was no stranger to bee anatomy - after mating, a bee’s endophallus snaps off, and he dies shortly after. This is why they had never even discussed the idea of being together in that way. “Vanessa, please. I’m already going to die, I’d be lucky if I see the end of this week. I want to...what’s the human saying? Go out with a bang?” Vanessa thought for a moment, eyes
I’m ready for you” Vanessa calls from her bedroom. Barry flies from his perch on the window, and is stopped in his tracks by his woman’s beauty. Laying on the bed, surrounded by rose petals, Vanessa wears only a pink, silken bathrobe. “Wow” is all Barry can say. “Are you sure you want to do this, honey?” asks Vanessa “Of course.” Barry replies “You look so beautiful.” She blushes, beckoning him closer with a finger. He lands on her shaking bosom as she tears open the bathrobe, revealing her areolas, pink as hydrangeas. Barry gets to work, licking and sucking her stiffening nipples. With two fingers, she removes his sweater, and with a fingertip massages his crotch gently. “Oh, Barry” she moans, leaning back “I love you so much.” Barry says nothing, as his mouth is full of nipple. Barry flies up, meeting Vanessa’s face, his endophallus at full attention. “Is that....big for a bee?” Barry looks down, shrugging.
“I’ve gotten no complaints.” Opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, Vanessa says “Barry, I want to taste you!” Needing no further convincing, Barry flies forward, landing on her tongue, thrusting his beenis against her