Rayne Auster - Lift Me Up, mm
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Breaking and Entering
E
VER
encountered the cliché tale where a couple finds one
another while stuck in an elevator? You know the drill. Enter
protagonist one, followed by protagonist two, followed by the
elevator doors closing oh so slowly, almost as if the
electronic devices themselves were lost within the sensuality
of the moment to come. The elevator starts to move up and
the audience holds its breath in anticipation waiting for the
moment when, yes, you guessed it, the power cuts out and
the elevator stalls.
This is where protagonist one turns to protagonist two
and discovers, in a sudden moment of epiphany, that he or
she is in love. This revelation is followed by hot monkey sex
the likes of which is supposed to be both scandalous and
sexy, appealing to the secret exhibitionist hidden deep within
each and every one of us. After sharing a wild moment of
passion, the couple then declares their everlasting love,
whereupon the elevator comes back to life and it is assumed
the couple lives happily ever after. Admit it. Most of you have
heard it in some form or another, but I can promise you one
thing: few, if any, have ever encountered quite it like I have.
It started off following the traditional formula:
protagonist one entered the small silver cubicle followed by
protagonist two and a giggle. Yes, a giggle, but I'm not going
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there. The silver doors slid closed at their usual pace, but for
some reason, it didn't feel that way. Every moment seemed
to be drawn out, fraught with tension and anticipation. After
clicking closed, the elevator began its graceful ascent to my
apartment floor, and yes, you guessed it, partway there it
ground to a halt. No, it wasn't a power failure. I could have
dealt with another power failure. He stopped it, by hitting the
emergency stop button. You know, the one that stops the
elevator in place should something unexpected go wrong?
Ok, I admit it, that is even more cliché than a power failure,
but it is what happened next that I’m truly trying to draw
your attention to.
Lips crashed down to claim lips and fingers buried
themselves in strands of silken hair. Heated pants filled
space with warm breath, interspersed with gasps and moans
of pleasure escaping moist, swollen mouths. He thrust deep,
burying himself into slick, tight heat, and pounded flesh till
a cry of pleasure rent the silence asunder. The elevator
whirled to life and continued its upward journey. The last
few moments within that confined space were spent in shell-
shocked silence until a soft ping signaled the end, silver
doors sliding open with a soft whirr.
He grabbed her hand, stepped out and sauntered away,
glancing back at me one last time as he turned the corner,
greatly enjoying my distress. I never felt more broken and
invisible than I did on that day. Kayden, my best friend, had
just taunted me by having elevator sex with some drunk slut
while I was forced to stand and watch the remaining strands
of our friendship shatter away into a million pieces, each too
small to grasp, yet sharper than the one that came before.
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Barely conscious of that which surrounded me I let him
walk away without so much as a protest leaving my lips. Not
a very manly reaction, I know, but let's blame it on my
having to live through the soul-scarring experience of
watching straight sex. The moment I gathered enough sense
to move, I, too, stepped out onto the landing of
my
apartment floor, for, if truth be told, Kayden doesn't even live
in this apartment block, let alone this floor.
I took my key out of my pocket and headed to my
apartment door, only to stare blankly at the handle before
me. For some reason, the sheer concept of placing the small
key into the lock and turning it was completely beyond me at
the time. So much for having a high IQ. Defeated by the evils
of mechanics, I sank to the floor and buried my face in my
hands, no longer seeing anything at all. That is the moment
disaster chose to strike.
I was pulled out of my self-pity with a vengeance. The
sounds of shattering china preceded the sharp flare of pain
that traveled up my leg, drawing a sharp cry from me.
Glancing up, I met a pair of the bluest eyes I have ever seen;
the clarity of the shade was so piercing it left me breathless.
Unfortunately, the owner of these orbs was not amused, and
the glare that I was on the receiving end of would have frozen
my heart solid if not for the fact that it was already in
shattered pieces around me. "What the hell are you doing
sprawled across the floor? Are you drunk?" he demanded,
derision apparent in every syllable.
I'd like to be able to tell you I replied with a suave
comeback, effectively stemming his rage, whereby he then
proceeded to ravage me senseless against the door of my
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