slow sunday in a stationery store 1
"Hey, what's up?" Her hair falls to her mid back, her eyes are wide, and a small smile plays on her lips. She’s fucking tiny. I could break her. And my dick throbs its agreement. "I was just wondering where your pens were?" She asks, her empty basket at her waist. "Aisle nine," I smile down at her. She looks around, as if lost. And I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "Just this way," I say as drop down from the ladder and lead her to the pens aisle. All the...