HeartStitched's Literatures

"I told you not to wear that out in public," muttered the stripper, adjusting his shirt. He sounded more than a bit miffed--cross, even--and made no attempt to grace his companion with a reassuring glance. Not that she needed one, but it would've been nice...

The blonde sighed softly, his feet passing from the scratchy carpet to the cool linoleum of the small kitchen, the soft morning light from the sliding door of the patio giving the room a gentle, calming ambience.

"Have you ever done this before?"

"Done what?" The taller of the two shrugged, shaking the green bangs out of his eyes. "Gone to a sex shop?"