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 stalls around Camden market and had picked up some early Christmas gifts whilst the opportunity was there. At least leaving it late she would miss the crammed underground...

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 woollen dress. It showed off her slender curves and flat tummy perfectly. The dance teaching had always paid off in that way. It gave absolutely no protection from the biting...

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 on. Running a well earned bath, she undressed glancing at her firm body gradually exposing itself in the mirror. She inspected herself thinking, ‘Compared to the so called...