Stocking Fillers - Erotica Read Free Page A

belt of sugary treats, it was because everyone else at
this time of year does. Christmas is one of those times that allows
people to just go crazy, pig out, undo the belt and let gluttony
take over. Sandra looked down at the latest batch of cookies and
thought to herself, if she coated herself in chocolate and sugar
would she be as desirable?
    The life of
the book store owner doesn't leave a lot of time to socialise,
especially around this time of year. People seem to throw
themselves in her shop for that last minute present for someone
they barely know. In those instances people come to a book store,
because, who can say no to a good classic? Or at least pretend to
be thankful for it.
    The life of a
book store owner is also not exactly a rich affair, she considers.
She knows she isn't scraping by, but it's not exactly high life
living. Hence the cookies. Cookies or gingerbread men or cupcakes
are a great way to get a present out of the way for a fraction of
the price. Also people seem to think that you have put effort in to
it, making it a heartfelt gift.
    Utter rubbish,
baking is easy and cheap. Sandra moved one of the cooler batches in
to a box and carefully wraps, placing it next to the rest on her
dining room table. The collection of smells swirls around her,
tickling her taste buds and making her daydream of old family get
togethers. Sealing the box with a soft ribbon she attaches a small
card with just a name on it.
    'David'.
    David has been
Sandra's neighbour for around four months now and the only
conversation she has been able to bring herself to say is about
trivial items of the day. The weather, how work is, what he is
cooking for dinner to name a few. It's not that she doesn't want to
talk, she wants to talk to him every second of every day, she just
can't. A life of work and more work hasn't left her very forward
and it's a rut she has found herself in for quite some time. This
little gift is her way to try and make an impact, seem like a
'normal' person in her eyes. At least, that's what she hopes it
will do.
    Double
checking the latest batch out of the oven she motions to the mirror
to check herself one last time before going to his door. She's a
natural blonde, dark not strawberry, and hasn't done much to her
appearance all day. Owning the shop means overall appearance goes
out the window, hence the incredibly un-ironed shirt, she thinks to
herself. And the fact her socks do not match. Neither does her
underwear. Trying to straighten out her shirt out she catches her
eye in the mirror. She hasn't done anything like this for a long
time, not since Simon walked out because of her 'commitments'. Ever
since then she has just got on by, not really looking out for
'that' guy. Until he came along.
    Sandra still
isn't 100% sure what he does, something in the financial district
if she remembers correctly. A tall man who never seems to wear
anything more professional than a polo shirt, he instead wears an
air of irresponsibility she finds exciting. Maybe it is because she
is so cautious that this makes her weak at the knees, or maybe it
is just that she can't get his image out of her head. Those thin
lips in desperate need of kissing, eyes that could burn a million
dirty thoughts in her mind.
    She snaps out
of her daydream as she hears floorboards creaking outside. Her
heart skips a beat as she can hear him get out and subsequently
drop his keys. Only now does she fret, can she do this? He might
have a boyfriend or not 'like' girls or have had a bad day or
anything! 'Don't be a chicken Sandra, do it' she thinks to herself.
Flinging the door open she is confronted with David, bent over
picking up his keys. He sheepishly looks over at her, shopping bags
at his feet.
    'Hey, sorry,
did I disturb you?' he asks, that smile already making her melt
away.

    'Oh no!
I...I...'
    'Yes?'
    'I just wanted
to give you this as a Christmas present and hope you enjoy and that
you will probably go away so I hope you have a good Christmas