Putin x Trump short story

My day with Putin

    "Mr.President, Vladamir is waiting for you," said one of the men standing before me. I thanked him and walked into the room. Today was the day, the day I was going to meet Mr. Vladimir Putin, the man I've been in love with for months now. My totally average sized hands shook as I walked into the room and I saw...him. His balding hair complimented the stone cold eyes that I longed to get lost in. His toned muscles were threatening to escape his gorgeously tailored suit. "Hello, Mr. have been waiting to meet you," Putin said, his accent was sexy. It was evident the through the small bulge in my dark blue suit "President Putin," I said holding out my still very average sized hand to him. He shook it and I almost groaned in delight at how firm of a shake it was, yet it felt like holding a cloud. I was alone with the man I've always dreamed of being with. There was a short silence in the room which made me grow nervous. I could not let this man look down at me. "Your nuclear is phenomenal the best in the country" I blurted out. Putin seemed to blush for a moment yet his expression stayed neutral. "Thank you, President Trump you are a very great businessman, I just know being alias with you will be my greatest accomplishment," he said. It was my turn to blush but somehow I was paralyzed.

    Putin nodded slightly, "shall we take a walk I do not like this stuffy office, it would be much easier if we outside don't you agree?' He asked. Still shook, I nodded and followed him out into the back. Putin took me to a small barn a couple of feet away from his office. "I come here to think and to ride my horses as I make life-threatening choices for my country," he said as he walked inside. I followed him in and looked at these horses. "These horses are wonderful, prettiest horses I've ever seen," I exclaimed as I looked at Vladamir. The man chuckled softly, "yes yes they are lovely" he said. I walked up to a chocolate colored horse, petting its soft mane. "Who is this?" I asked, looking back at Putin. "Ah, this is my prize-winning horse; she is a beauty," he cooed. Putin took her out of the stall and into the open. As Putin hopped onto her back I could only watch in awe. He took off his suit jacket and shirt. Revealing the hard abs that I've fantasied about countless of times. Putin must have noticed my staring because he held out his hand.

    "Ride with me," he said, his voice a low whisper. I was shocked, was I dreaming? Where was Melania to wake me up? "with you?" I asked, my whole body about to explode in pleasure. He let out a low chuckle that could make ice melt. "Of course...Donald," he said. I blushed and took his hand, hopping onto the horse. Vladamir started the horse and like that we were off. The wind mingled with my thin golden locks. I held onto Putin's toned torso as we rode. I was in Heaven as we rode quickly throughout the field. No CNN or MSNBC in sight to ruin a perfect evening. Finally, he stopped and I raised a brow. "Why'd you stop?" I asked him. He didn't respond but quickly he only put his tender lips against mine. I was surprised, but not hesitant as I pushed my thin but somehow plump lip against his. We kissed for what seemed liked days. He took off my jacket and shirt. He rubbed my hips as did I. We finally stopped, but only to break for air. "Putin...I" I started but was cut off with his tender shush. "Do not ruin this moment, Vladimir Putin" he said softly. He pulled me close, "For years I have been watching you from your tower, hoping that one day we could meet," he said. "From the moment I saw you on The Apprentice I knew I had to have you," he said. I was shocked, Putin wanted me all this time too? "Putin I..." "Call me Vladamir, my love," he corrected. I nodded, "Vladamir, I've always wanted you too from the moment I became President I-" "Knew I had to have you," he finished. I nodded, stroking his cheek, "No one can learn about this," I said. He agreed, "I have ways of keeping people silent, no one will know," he said. I cracked a smile, "let's keep riding" I hugged him. He kissed me passionately and nodded as we rode off, my arms around his waist. He was my Russian affair.