This is my first attempt at flash fiction so don’t make fun of me if it sucks. It’s slightly over the 250 word count, by like 8 words, so I hope that’s okay.

The Feel of Roses

“I want you to beg,” he whispered. His breath tickled her ear, and the anticipation of his next move caused her heart to race.

She couldn’t see him, couldn’t touch him. The black silk scarf blindfolded her eyes, shading her in darkness. She sat on a chair. Naked. Her legs spread for him to see what pleasures she offered. The lace of her thong caressed her wrists. He had used it to tie her hands behind her back.

Something soft and smooth touched the back of her neck. Sensations swirled as he circled it around, slowly, to her collarbone. The scent of a rose drifted through the air. She inhaled deeply.

“Beg,” he ordered. Her center was already soaking wet, the need for fulfillment, for pleasure, swam within her.

The silky rose traveled over her chest, its slow descend made her skin heat more. “Please,” she whimpered, begged.

“Please what?”

The rose went lower to her navel.

“Please, please touch me.”

“Touch you where?” Soft petals drifted over her inner thigh, like the flutters of a butterfly’s wings. “Here?”

She gasped. The need for him too strong.

“Or here? Rose petals traveled over her lips, kissing her with their sensual fragrance. “Or how about here?”

The silky flower touched her folds. The need within her exploded. Spasms raced through her, as her back arched. Her screams and whimpers echoed in her ears.

“Yes, I think definitely here.” His voice only a whisper as he touched her again, with his lips, and send her into another state of bliss.