He lived downstairs but between my young thighs
I pulled my coat tighter around me as I descended the concrete stairs down to the buildings front door.I could see the snow falling thick and fast, through the dirty window,this years first offering, so there was a little festive creeping into me, as I made my way onto the first landing down from my own front door, but the cool air was evident, especially as my bared thighs parted with each downward movement, how I wished for my heavy woolen stockings at that moment, two more flights and I...