Valentine's Day Cliche
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: They were together. They were in love. They held hands and everyone sighed. They kissed and everyone melted. Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Interracial Black Male White Female .
She was the girl next door, petite and pretty, with blue eyes and a golden ponytail that swayed gracefully against her gracefully swaying hips. Even her knees were lovely. When she smiled, everyone was happy. When she cried, everyone was sad. Wherever she was, people wanted to be.
He was brutally big, an old-fashioned steam locomotive, and black as molten sin, but he didn’t have an unkind bone in his body. He didn’t have the IQ of burnt toast or the morals of a fence post, and when he danced, steel turned to sunbeams. When he spoke, people listened. When he was silent, people prayed. Wherever he was, people wanted to be.
They were together. They were in love. They held hands and everyone sighed. They kissed and everyone melted.
Nothing could keep them apart. Not accident or disease. Not too much of this or too little of that. Everything was fine. Everything would always be fine.
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