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The Stump

by Mat Twassel

Copyright© 2026 by Mat Twassel

Fiction Sex Story: The old tree in Adam and Cassie's yard came down leaving a large stump. Together they make the best of it. Illustrated.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Illustrated   .

Cassie looked at the stump, tears in her eyes. Adam put a comforting arm around her.

“That tree was so pretty,” she moaned. “The flowers in the spring, the shade in the summer.”

“And the millions of leaves to rake in the fall,” he said. “But look at it this way: now you’ll have a new garden to plant!”

She brightened a little. “That’s true,” she said. “Lots of flowers that love lots of sunshine!”

“That’s the spirit,” he said. “And I have something planned for the stump.”

“I thought you might. You had them cut it pretty tall. Care to tell me about it?”

“Nah. I want it to be a surprise!”

The next spring saw Cassie working on her gardens in the backyard. Adam worked on the new garden out front. Cassie saw what he was doing, but was still a bit baffled by his actions. Adam had built a small wall around the stump, about ten feet from it in all directions. He was also sawing and using chisels on the stump until it looked like a chair. Finally, it was done and Adam called Cassie to see it.

“There!” he declared. “It’s done. Do you like it? From this seat you can watch the sun rise or the sun set. You could even watch the moon rise when it gets dark!”

“Oh, Adam! It looks so nice. May I sit?”

“Of course,” he said. “It’s for you!”

She sat and looked over the nearly bare ground he had walled in around the stump. Here and there, some violets had taken root, their little purple flowers poking out bravely in the sunshine.

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“Oh, Adam!” she exclaimed, “I have some ideas for this garden. Since you made this seat, could we put in a trellis, an arbor, with climbing roses on it? I’ll plant all sorts of other flowers, but I’d really like an arbor.”

He stepped up to her, dropped on a knee, hugged her tightly, and said, “Anything you want, Cassie. Anything you want.”

Soon, there was an arbor beside and over the seat and Cassie planted her roses and many other flowering plants. She started each morning with a cup of tea, seated on her chair in her nightgown, and watched the sun as it rose, watching as it inched northward, then, again, as it marched southward on the horizon.

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Evenings would often find her with a glass of wine in hand, dressed in a light nightgown as she watched the sun set, or the moon rise. Her flowers were blooming and she was happy. Cars would drive by and she would wave, unconcerned about her clothing. Nearly everyone returned her cheery wave.

 
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