Fishnet by Kirstin Innes Page A

they’re called.
    Her tits were really disgusting. Once I got the bra off they just sagged all over the place. They were flopping in my face.
    She’s back on the scene after a long break and I’m thinking she must have had a kid cos my god, the stretchmarks on her. Boobs not as pert as I remember either, and it was like a fucking tunnel up there.
    She went down on me and it was alright, but not anything special, and her hand moved on my shaft just mechanically.
    Holly is a real gem, who should only ever be treated like a lady.
    Wow! What a technique! And that’s all I’ll say ha ha. Afterwards we cuddled for a nice long stretch. I certainly didn’t get the idea that she was a “clock watcher” or anything like that.
    I eventually fucked her doggy while trying to ignore the disgusting smell coming from her fanny. But then the most repulsive thing hapened, my cock was suddenly covered in blood. It even ran all over my sheets!!!! She said she didnt know she was due well poor excuse if you ask me, how can you not know??? It was like something out of a horror movie!!!
    She’s also a great conversationalist, can talk about any subject really well.
    It says on her blog she likes to wear boots and so I was pleased to see she’d come dressed in them and her fishnet stockings, just like I’d asked. She has the most beautiful legs, too.
    We did it twice: i was so anxious about pleasing herthat I maybe finished a little bit quickly the first time, fortunately Angela is a lady and was very nice about it, and let me go down on her for some time. She certainly seemed to enjoy herself, too, she’s a real sexual adventuress.
    Tiffany is a really sweet girl. Now I truly understand the meaning of “girlfriend experience”. I’ll be back.
    XXX
    By the time I left the office, it was dark outside. The station is at the top of the hill, the concrete felt treacherous, slippery in the rain. We’d all had to stay late, cover for work lost in the protest mess, and I realised I’d missed my window for leaving before the transfer happened. These streets were no longer my place.
    It was the first time I’d seen it happen up close, though. The woman walking across the road from me, skinny jeans, eyes ringed and her hair up in a high band, the tail twitching as she walked, hitting her shoulders. Probably not even nineteen. Her limbs were thin, very very thin. A car pulled alongside her; she looked, indicated her head round the corner to a lane with a dead end. The car blinkers turned smoothly and she carried on, catching up with it without ever breaking her stride, although she looked over her shoulder at me. Alley cat flexing and spitting on a wall.
    Oh.
    Even the click of my heels on the concrete was full of meaning, suddenly, the noise of them. Another set of footsteps cut over my beat. Speed up, head down, grip knuckles round my handbag. Keys in my other fist, in my pocket, ready to strike at someone’s face, but it passed.
    I’d got halfway up when headlights smeared the wet tarmac ahead and around me, the noise of brakes cranking togetherat my back. The car made warm animal noises as it pulled in, waited for me.
    Me. The fucking cheek of it. Me in my work clothes, my plain trousers and heeled boots, my fitted coat. Me, a woman in this area, a woman who works here. Did the very fact of my being female and in this patch of real estate after dark mean that they think I’m-
    The car purred sexily, a hot gust on my legs, and a sudden bad bit of me thought, what if I did it? What if I turned round to meet this car, the man inside, leaned in at the window? What if I got in, pulled my trousers down to my knees, climbed on top? In one minute, if I wanted to, I could have had a stranger’s cock inside me.
    Instead, I broke into a run, up the hill. The scuttle of an outraged, virtuous member of society. Every noise in the dark, every shadow on the empty platform once I’d