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...