Elevator Seduction

The elevator came to an abrupt halt and the lights went out. The emergency lighting spluttered briefly for a few seconds, then gave me one final wink – of approval perhaps – before casting us into utter blackness. By the time she extracted her phone, I was already undressed, and the cold glow revealed her shocked expression. ‘What are you doing, Vicky?’ she whispered, and in reply I pressed myself against her, and my mouth against her neck. ‘Don’t do this,’ she said, but that was the last thing she said. My lips found hers, and her phone faded as we kissed.

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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