Diary Of A Posh Slut - New Year's Eve
Whilst we snogged, the cold bite of metal snapped around my wrists; she had handcuffed me to the headboard.
Dear Diary, It was New Year’s Eve, and Lucy and I had descended upon a house party in Clifton like two predators on the prowl. We were dressed to kill, our silhouettes designed to command every room we entered. We checked our coats with the girl at the door and made our way inside, our heels clicking across the limestone floor. Lucy, a voluptuous brunette with deep, mahogany eyes, was a vision of shimmering excess in a se...
