Flash Fiction #65 – Going Down

Sexy boss has her pinned

against the elevator.

It’s not too late.

She looks at the open elevator doors.

She imagines there’s a version of her that leaves.

One who considers her son and husband

and resists this beautiful man.


The doors shut.


Her ungovernerable hand grabs his tie,

lowers his lips to hers.

She’s not in control

of any of her movements.

She’s possessed

by mother nature.

Clothes are ripping.

They do the dance of animals.

She’s in the pleasurable land

where conquences

don’t exist.

It’s all primal, for now.

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