Heather
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2026 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: Somewhere in the middle of this story he uses a purple crayon to color her pussy hair. Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Illustrated .
The children were out in the playground for recess and the classroom was tidy but a mess, with thousands of purple crayons littering the floor. I felt there was no way I could pick them all up in time. “Think of it as a harvest,” you said. “Will you help?” I asked. “Of course,” you said.
But the task was daunting. The field was seemingly endless, filled with scraggly bushes.
“It’s called heather,” you told me. The plants had little berries. I couldn’t help wondering how they would taste. They looked like little clitorises. No, not so little. Big and possibly juicy. I wanted to taste one so bad. But we had so far to go.
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