Jon watched intently, apparently unseen, as the pair engaged in their carnal congress; the male mounting his lady love and starting his thrusts.
“yeah, wiggle that spotty red be-hind” whispered Jon a little too loud; the ladybirds leapt apart and flew away. He sighed.
“I really need a better fetish”
This saga is dedicated to Jon, a fine philosophy student if ever there was one. And remember everyone, you can’t help your fetishes, no matter how strange or abhorrent they might be.