Seedlings
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2023 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: Ashley's spring haiku sums it up: Weeds, like wild sex, Not in beds, but anywhere, Still stir sex senses. Illustrated
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Brother Sister Oral Sex Illustrated .
Weeds, like wild sex,
Not in beds, but anywhere,
Still stir sex senses.
--Ashley
One spring morning on her way through the meadow to check what the horses were up to, Nessa noticed that the grass had grown like crazy. She was especially interested in some thin, waist high stalks topped by soft but spiky flowerets. The spring wind swirled, and what a wild little dance did those elongated stems do, flapping and fluttering. So fresh! So full of life. On the way back home, she picked one. She put it in a pot with some water and set it on the kitchen window where it could get some sun.
That evening before bed she remembered the plant and went to check on it. “Oh no,” she moaned.
Her pesky brother asked what was wrong.
“My pretty plant,” she said. “I may have killed it.”
“That,” Josh exclaimed. “That’s nothing but a weed.”
“It was beautiful,” Nessa told him. “It had a lovely smell, and a lovely feel, and now it’s just ... dead.”
“What did you expect if you picked it?” Josh asked. He looked at Nessa’s weed. “Actually, it looks kind of nice.” He ducked his head closer. “Smells kind of nice too.” His hand reached out. “And I like the feel of it. Feels kind of like your pussy fur.”
“Huh!” Nessa jerked back. “How do you know what my pussy fur feels like?”
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