Write On Edge prompt: Last week, we wrote about freedom. This week, we’d like you to grab the pendulum and swing in the other direction. You have 450 words to write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece about the forbidden or the taboo.
"Don't turn around."
His breath felt hot on my neck as it chased his words into my ear. There was no way that I could turn around, and he knew it. The subway car was jammed full of revelers waiting to travel home after the victory celebration. It was a very public place, and we were right in the middle of it. As the man behind me laughed, I felt another breath of warmth on my neck. He correctly interpreted my lack of movement as acquiescence.
A strong arm snaked around my waist, encircling my body in a firm grip.
The back of my skirt slowly began to rise, the material warm from the crush of bodies around us. It slithered up the bare skin of my legs and my backside until it was around my waist. My skin was electrified by the close contact of the others on the subway with us. Even if no one could move, someone could still notice, although they might initially attribute my flushed skin to the warmth of so many bodies. The crowd shifted as the last stragglers merrily entered, and I found my lower body pushed back against his hardness as people jostled for a good place to stand. We were fused together by the press of people. The rough texture of his jeans caressed my bare skin and left me breathless and unsteady, my knees weak. I wiggled my hips against him, wanting more contact.
And then the car began to move.