You've Got Male
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2026 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: Can mailbox be a metaphor for sex? Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Illustrated .
I told Royce I’d be right back. I just had to check the mail.
When I came in he asked if there was any.
Just the usual, I said.
Oh? he went. What’s the usual?
Just a bunny, I said.
You had a bunny in your mailbox?
Actually it was a mouse. A bunny would be too big for my mailbox.
Maybe you should get a bigger mailbox, Royce suggested.
I had a bunny once, I told him.
Really?’
Uh huh. His name was Bibby. Bibby Bunny.
What happened to him?
Nothing. He was stuffed. But I loved him. I might have had him in mind when I spelled Bible wrong. This was in second grade. I spelled it with two B’s. Actually three B’s. B-I-B-B-L-E. The teacher, Missus Evans, said that would make it bibble, rhymes with dribble and nibble.
She said that? Dribble and nibble?
Uh-huh. If I’d had more bunnies that’s what I would have named them. Dribble and Nibble.
You’re funny.
I know.
Why were you spelling Bible in second grade?
I don’t remember. But later, in high school, I wrote a paper about how Bible stories were metaphorical. Maybe the bunny in my mailbox is metaphorical.
Oh? What’s it a metaphor for?
Metaphor for—I like that.
Are you avoiding the question?
No. It’s a metaphor for sex.
Oh.
Yeah. Maybe I’ll name your penis Bibby—after my dear Bunny.
We should name your breasts Nibble and Dribble.
Okay. Should my left tit be Nibble and my right tit Dribble? Or the other way around?
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