The Lift
What if…
…we stepped into the lift together with him?
What if the space was small enough that his arm brushed against you every time he moved?
Would you shift away, or stay pressed between us until the doors opened?
“She is mine. But I love to watch her be wanted.”
What if…
…we stepped into the lift together with him?
What if the space was small enough that his arm brushed against you every time he moved?
Would you shift away, or stay pressed between us until the doors opened?