Shamrock
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2022 by Mat Twassel
Romantic Sex Story: He wants to get the perfect St. Patrick's Day gift for that someone special. Illustrated.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Illustrated .
Pretty blooms fill the flower shop, but the prettiest thing is behind the counter. She smiles when she sees me.
“I was thinking about something for St. Patrick’s Day,” I say.
“We’ve certainly got a lot to choose from,” she answers. Her green eyes twinkle.
“I’m looking for something special,” I say. “Something for the most special girl in all the world.”
“I know just the thing,” she says, and she leads me to a dark corner in the back of the shop.
“There,” she says, nodding at a tiny pot of dark earth.
In the dim light I make out a wee bit of green poking from black soil.
“It’s awfully small,” I say.
“Don’t let its size fool you. This baby’s got growth potential.”
“If you say so. Um, what is it?”
“Seamair bhuí,” she says, and laughs. Her words are like a silly kiss. Her laughter is like sunlight.
“Sounds exotic,” I say. “But does it bloom? Does it smell good?”
She brings the little pot straight to my nose.
At first all I smell is the fertile, fecund soil, but then I detect a hint of something more, something delightfully fresh and summery.
“Nice.”
“Look closer,” she says.
I do. I study the tiny bit of green peeping up innocently, and I see, to my astonishment, that it looks exactly like a clitoris. I blush.
“Kiss it,” she says. “Just touch the tip of it with the tip of your tongue. Ah, that’s right. You’ve got good juices. It’s growing now. It’s fattening up nicely. Do you know what will happen if you set this on the nightstand by her bed?”
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