[Note: First time I really take the time to write an erotic story, so it’s with some apprehension that I share it with you! Also, English is not my native language, so I apologize if some turns of phrase seem strange or if there are mistakes/typos.]
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You both approach the skyscraper, it seemed immense from afar, but once at its feet, its height makes you light-headed. In front of you stand three elevator shafts, all completely glassed in, rising up into the sky. He stands at your side, calm and confident, his presence is imposing, both intimidating and reassuring. He is more taller than you, he dominates you with his stature as well as his aura. His hand holds your wrist, with a firm but gentle grip to assert that you are his, at all times. His touch and pressure on your skin electrifies you. He walks with you into the middle glass elevator. The moon hangs in the sky, the night enveloped the town, making it eerily quiet. The city lies as far as the eye could see, its myriad of light creates a complex glowing web, meandering along the streets. This bright embroidery flickers, sparkles, like a luminous and incandescent pulse. They are its breath, the city never sleeps. As the doors close shut, a slight shiver runs through you as you continue to reflect upon the scene. The glazed space is filled with moonlight, your bodies are touched by its gleam. A smooth glow comes from the ceiling’s neon lights. He is next to you, his hand caresses your neck. He presses one of the buttons and the elevator slowly begins its ascent. You gaze out across the city, leaning against him, you embrace the moment.