She's late

She arrives late... and he doesn't like that too much.

The crisp, winter air bit into her exposed thighs as she stood at his doorstep. She stopped, nerves rising from her stomach, and took a moment to straighten herself, pulling her crisp white stockings up, straightening her black pleated skirt and neatening her striped, short-sleeved top. She was totally underdressed for the cold winter weather and - what was far worse - she was late. ...Read On



I'll lead

She's lost her keys - and he has the spare.

She fumbled for her key. It was definitely in here, she knewit. Where the fuck? If she’d lost it she’d need to call him and that was the last thing on her mind after the day she’d had. Before long, though, she knew it. It was gone, he had the spare and that was that. She shook her bag a little to level the contents, then slung it over her shoulder and sighed loudly. She spent the next...Read On