Emily ran frantically to catch the 19:35 Waterloo train to return home to Winchester. She'd been on a course all week and was glad it was finally Friday so she didn't have to commute any more. She'd hung around late on purpose, idly browsing the eclectic...
Emily’s heart was nearly beating out of her chest as the taxi pulled up outside Seymours’ Wine Bar. She got out and the freezing autumn night air hit her so hard that her nipples stood to attention immediately through her tightly fitting short black wooll...
Emily was glad to get home after a particularly hard day at the office. She had been in the dullest meeting ever with fat men in suits talking about projection figures for the coming financial year. She couldn’t wait to run upstairs and turn the hot tap o...
