This isn't your typical BDSM. This is pure
powerplay
that can also be seen in vanilla couples who are hardcore in their sexual endeavors. Hence, the story is categorized under BDSM.
Furthermore, this is a short story. I had the idea and wrote it in under an hour.
I hope you all enjoy.
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Today was a Wednesday and I had to buy flowers for the house (her). I had one meeting left before which I decided to ask her which flower she would like today. I pulled out my phone and called her.
"What?" that's her alright.
"Well hello,"
"Sup?"
"Which flower should I bring?"
"Um..."
She went silent but I could hear her breathing on the other side. I waited patiently.
"I am craving strawberries today, so I'll be bringing some home. Why don't you chose and bring any red flowers?"
"Um hm. Any red flowers would do?"
"Yes, hon,"
"Alright," I said and she hung up.
She was the one who always hung up the phone. It's our thing. I smiled and put my phone on silent for the meeting.
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The moment I saw those deep red roses, the choice was easy. I would pick the darkest of those roses. Upon choosing which ones to add to the bouquet, I decided to surround those five red roses with delicate baby's breath. The bundle looked good and dainty just like she would prefer.
At the parking lot of our building, I saw her walking towards the elevator. I could have stopped her but I didn't dare break her rhythm of happily walking with an open box of strawberries in her hand and a big strawberry dancing on her lips.
I hurried as she was about to close the door of the elevator. I got in just in time. She looked surprised and removed the half eaten strawberry from her mouth.
'Wow. I love the combo. So dainty.' she said looking at the flower bouquet in my hand.
I smiled pressing the button to our floor.
She used the key to let us in. I placed the flower on the dinning table and took the box of berries from her hand, placing them next to the bouquet.
'Hey, I was eating those,' she protested.
'Come with me.' I said holding her wrist.
She didn't budge.
'Please,' I begged.
Oh, how she loved it when I begged
.
She relaxed and allowed me to pull her to our bedroom.
I made her sit on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. I knelt between them and buried my face into her crotch.
She laughed.
'Somebody is horny,' she ran her fingers through my hair and locked my head in place as I sniffed.
Her panty was damp; from her sweat, her urine, her fluids --- I didn't care. I ran my tongue across her the fabric of her panty and tasted salt.
I slide the seat of her panty and buried my face in her pussy. Her clit rubbed against my nose and my tongue ran up and down her slit, occasionally prodding her hole, running circles and sucking on her clit.
'Hon, let me go. I need to pee,'