Pulse
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2026 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: Jamie has a run in with a boutique. Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Illustrated .
Distracted by the sign in the window, IMPULSE, with “PULSE” bright and “IM” dull and flickering, Jamie almost didn’t notice the rain, gentle, soft, more mist than rain. There was just enough light inside the shop, a fashion boutique, for Jamie to see several manikins, some wearing skirts, some naked. She touched her forefinger to her reflection in the windowpane and felt a soft but at the same time obliterating shock along her arm.
The door opened. A man stood in the doorway. “Come in before you get soaked,” he said.
Jamie entered the shop.
“Welcome,” the man said. “How can I help you?”
“I don’t know,” Jamie confessed. “I just saw the sign, the one in the window. Pulse. I mean impulse but without the im. Is it broken? I got sort of a shock.” She smoothed her hand along her arm.
“Sorry about that,” the man said. “We’re not actually open yet. Next weekend. I’m just trying to get things ... Last minute things, you know? My ex actually owns the place. I’m just helping out. She’s in San Diego. Supposedly. Feel free to look around. You know, if you see something you like, maybe to compensate for your shock, I could—” He spread out his hands. “On the house. How about this?” He plucked a red skirt from a pile of garments on a table. Or anything else that strikes your fancy.”
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