Pear Juice
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2020 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: A quasi-flash piece in which Emma eats a pear and I eat Emma. I wrote this as a sort of celebration. Don't expect a twist or an epiphany. If you don't have a taste for very short stories, you might skip this one.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Oral Sex .
An elderly aunt sent me a Christmas basket from Harry & David: nuts, pretzels, crackers, dipping sauce, salami, two kinds of cheese, a pair of apples, and seven ultra-luscious pears, one of which I plucked from its bed, rinsed under not quite ice-cold water, and presented to Emma. “This is going to be so good,” I told her. “So delicious. So juicy. So juicy that you’d better take off your shirt, lest pear juice dribble and splurch and stain the fabric.”
As Emma was holding the pear, I gladly assisted with the shirt removal. Then I stood back to watch. Emma smiled at me before taking that first bite. She nearly swooned from the pleasure of it. And sure enough, pear juice dribbled and splurched, some of it onto her chin, some of it finding her bared breasts.
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