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Fiction writers: You’re stuck in an elevator with an intriguing stranger. Write this scene.
Non-fiction writers: You’re stuck in an elevator with a person from your past. Write this scene.
It had been a rotten day all around. In my office there are several more women than men who work with me. We are all in tiny cubicles. Each of us have tried to make our little place in the world our own.
Some were decorated with family photos and others were pictures of pets. Some had bobble heads, while others held flowers. The day didn’t start off right.
I ran a big run in my panty hose. I was already running late so I couldn’t go back home to change. Of course I don’t keep spares in my purse. The copier machine got jammed on some very important documents that I was trying to run off for my boss. He had a meeting in less than a half an hour.
I had gone off from home without my brown bag lunch. When I realized it, I cussed under my breath because it was the day before pay-day, and I was flat broke. I should have just stayed home, called in sick, and slept the day a way.
But oh no, I am one of those who has to try to do everything right and do it with a smile. There are many single women on my floor, and most of the men were married. But there was one, just one who always caught my eye.
He had dark well-kept hair. His clothes always looked like he had worn them for the very first time. A few times we left the office at the same time and his cologne lingered in my nostrils for a few days.
He was too high-class for me, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t take a peek at him when the opportunity arose. This was one of those days, but instead of trying to get him to notice, I was lagging behind and trying to hide among the women on the elevator.
I felt like crap, my hair was frizzy from the stupid rain that wouldn’t seem to quit. One would think by looking at me today, I was just a nut case confused about which direction to take in life.
Several of us stood in the elevator and floor by floor people got off, until we finally reached the first floor. I stayed behind. I didn’t want to be noticed. I would ride this darn thing until I knew he was out of sight.
I inhaled deep as everyone was now off. The doors shut and then before it could rise, the doors reopened. In stepped the man I was trying to hide from. We looked at each other and I quickly tore my glance a way from him.
My face flushed as I knew the sight I was leaving his memory with. He spoke,”I had to get back on when I saw you did not get off. I have always wondered your name, and if I may be so bold, I would like to know if you are attached to anyone.”
I turned my head towards him and looked into the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. My stomach started to feel hot and my knees felt like they could not hold me up any longer. I slipped down for just a quick second and my legs instantly erected me once again.
He thinking I was going to fall reached out and grabbed a hold of me. His arms holding on to my waist. I looked into his eyes. Feelings of desire buried between my womanhood rose quickly.
He didn’t let go but instead pushed the correct button on the door, forcing the doors to remain closed. He took off his jacket and laid it on the floor. He could feel the heat radiating from me as he gently sat down and pulled me to him.
“You are so beautiful my Cherie. I have desired you for many months. Would you mind?” There were no more words spoken between the two of us. As he crushed my lips with his, his fingers pulled my hair back forcing my neck to be exposed to his nibbles.
Lowering his hands down my leg I felt strength and warmth coming from the two of us. He stuck his fingers through my panty hose and tore them. He ripped them until what he desired was free for him to roam.
I don’t know how much time passed. I was out of my mind with desires that came flooding up through my body like shooting fireworks. The seconds passed quickly and yet the world on the outside remained standing still.
With flesh meeting flesh the world exploded. Fireworks never seen by the naked eye continued to be shot off. Moans of joy and words of fantasy spilled out over the two of us. When it was over, we both carefully made ourselves presentable for the public.
As he placed his finger on the button to take us out of own deep emotions, he looked at me and asked, “May I call you sometime?”
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It can tickle you
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Or feel very high
It can make you laugh
It can cure being alone
It can pass the time
It can give you life
It is what we
All long for
In this life
To feel love.
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