• Wicked Wednesday

    A moment in time

    Stepping from the warmth of the car to the crisp fresh air should not have come as a shock, the drive here had, as instructed, been carefully executed. The strangely satisfying crunch of Dubarry boot into freshly layered snow resonated in the still air. She thought back to the drive here, only three red lights, only three occasions when her right hand slipped within her knee length faux coat, under the coat to her warm, and yes wet, naked flesh, feeling the pulse of anticipation in her now throbbing clit. The instructions were simple, embedded in her mind, no room for error, no opportunity to feign misunderstanding. “Walk please, the…