A lightbulb in my apartment went out. No biggie, right? Well, actually, there’s just one small problem. Although I am in my mid-twenties, my build is small, like a teenage boy. That, and I am noticeably on the short side. So, even if I were to use a step stool or ladder, I would still not be able to reach. I only had one solution: call in the skyscraper-tall, barrel-chested maintenance man, Mr. Marko. He was as big as they come. He could easily reach the lightbulb; he barely had to lift his arm. And if I’m being honest, I found that so fucking hot. Mr. Marko must have realized that I was staring, because he looked down at me and smiled wide. I couldn’t help but blush when I thanked him for the big help. He winked and humbly reassured me that he was available for anything that I needed. God, if he only knew! In that moment, Mr. Marko must have read my mind because all the sudden, he leaned down over me and went in for a big kiss! My normally small mouth was pushed wide open as it took in Mr. Marko’s warm, flavorful tongue. I melted into him. I adored the way that Mr. Marko’s calico-colored bushy beard softly brushed against my face as we made out. Man, I got so hard. Mr. Marko’s enormous hands roamed and felt up every inch of my tiny chest and abs. We could see in each other's eyes that we both desperately needed each other. I wanted to start unbuttoning Mr. Marko’s jumpsuit, but because I’m so miniature, I had no chance of reaching the top button...