Hands cuffed behind. Blindfolded. On my knees, which is new. Intriguing.

A push and my face is on the floor. Cold concrete.

Warm hands gripping my cock, soft kisses down my back. Gentleness this time? Tenderness?
Good.

Slow-moving, up and down, painfully slow.
Suddenly the hands are gone. Painfully gone.

One hand on my hip. And then something hard, wet, slippery against my asshole. Searching. Poking.

No.

“Pineapple,” I say.

Both hands grabbing my hips.

“Strawberries. Shit, I forgot."

Pushing, forcing. Insisting.

“Banana!”

“Asparagus?”

One long thrust. All the way.

Out. In. Out. In.

“Cinnamon,” she whispers, but I knew.