It Starts With Tiramisu |✓|
I have a perfect job, a new perfect apartment. What could get better? I'm only 28 and life has been awesome.
But the constant misdelivery of tiramisu cakes at my door step is getting to me. I mean who orders 2 tiramisu cakes every week??
I was going to complain when it became ridiculous at one point but then I saw him.
My neighbor, the cute little college freshman with big brown doe eyes. The one that orders all the cakes
|| This is a ManxBoy story with light BDSM aspects ||