charisstoma

Title: Composition (m, PG imagery)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
The letter F is for Feather and Fern
Meep didn't use this paragraph prompt I made her.

The storyteller told the tale of the beginnings of the festival of the feather fern which was meant to be a fable to improve fucking between friends. Fennec feasted on the supposed facts anyway even if he suspected they were fake.

The letter F stared at him from the paragraph he’d written. It contained his name, which was foolish. He had to write something. Why the hell had he thought of choosing Feather Fern for the festival name? Was there even a plant called a Feather Fern? Oh composition, there was; a Japanese herb with feathery compound leaves and paniculate white flowers. Fennec glared at the photo of the plant, read further and grimaced. As he suspected, the name was attached to just about everything plant and feather like. The Ostrich Fern seemed most like what he wanted. Easily he could see stroking it up the inside of pinioned naked thighs, to tease back and forth at their junction and yet the fronds looked suitable to be used as light whips.

He swallowed, feeling himself harden at the resulting images. Quickly he screwed up the paper into a ball and began again, only to smooth it out later that night.