Sadistic cravings

What are you doing, I whispered fiercely

When he slid his hands beneath my skirt

We were in the lift

Along with an oldie pair

He winked mischievously

And indicated me to keep quiet

My heart raced

When he rubbed the back of his fingers on my buttock cleavage

Picking my pantie

My legs shivered

Shocked, by his audacious display of playfulness

Ignoring my pleading glance

He suddenly unclasped the hook of my lingerie

I froze

With my tits asserting their presence

I tried to hide my modesty with my clutch

But he restrained

The lift doors opened

Thankfully, we remained the sole occupants

Nuzzling on my neck

He commanded, strip

I yielded

Piling up my layers

Pressing the button to the basement

He clutched my tresess, dragging me closer

And said, I am aching 

To be inside you

To consume you, here

But I will take you to my abode

Cradling your nudity in my armour

With the lingering frustration

Between my need and desire

Till you realize

You are the one I love

And wish to be dirty

With my sadistic cravings.

©LR