Short Story

Sometimes no words are needed. Eyes meet, pulses quicken. 37 stories makes for a long elevator ride.

His swift caress over my body is what passes for foreplay; it's more than enough as I release a driver looking for a screw.

I gasp as I twist, hard, fast. I think he's religious. I'm glad the shaft's soundproof.

I think of him every time I hear an elevator cum.

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