This Is Not a Pipe
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2026 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: This is not René Magritte's famous painting. Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Fiction Illustrated .
The relentless rain finally let up and the three of them, Aroha, Jamie, and David, went for a walk.
“The air is so fresh and clean,” Aroha remarked.
Jamie took a picture of a freshly painted fire hydrant and a flowerbed with a trio of pipes jutting up between the dainty blooms. At the Red Dog coffee shop on the corner of 4th and Main, they examined the photographs while sipping green tea and munching pastries: a scone for Jamie, a croissant for Aroha, and a brownie for David.
“This pipe picture is really good but it needs a title,” Aroha said.
“How about The Three Musketeers?” David suggested.
“Or The Three Graces,” Jamie said, “although titles can be quite misleading.”
“But I like The Three Graces,” David said. “Which one am I?”
“Good question,” Jamie said. “Which one looks most like a penis?”
Aroha laughed.
Next morning the rain returned but barely more than a mist. Leaving Aroha and Jamie curled together in sleep, David set off on a run.
Upon David’s return some forty minutes later, Aroha, momentarily breaking a kiss with Jamie, asked, “How was it out there?”
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