Soaked In Secret
A crowded commute ends in hot leaks and hidden ecstasy.
The first thing that hits me as I enter the bus is the almost overpowering smell: wet coats and cheap body spray; the sharp supermarket citrus smell that stings the back of my throat, and I know I'm already in trouble by the time I get up the steps. I’d already needed a pee before I even left work. I knew it as i was standing by the office kettle, which has always got Dave's teabags strewn around it, filling my mug; and a...
