Emma Fraser
Stories (2/0)
Il Vigneto
Viola hadn’t slept well the night before, she had spent most of the night working through the Mt. Everest of work for the new recruits. She had been working so hard that she didn’t even make it home. She lifted her head for the desk, eyes still closed and a wet patch on her cheek. She felt as though there was a massive weight on her head which prevented her from raising her head too high. She glanced at the clock perched on the wall to see it was reading five in the morning. “Oh damnit,” she sighed “I suppose I better hurry home and get washed up before the next shift begins.”
By Emma Fraser6 years ago in Humans
Il Vigneto
She ran her fingers through his hair, separating the deep mahogany corn rows. Her fingers gently gripped the ends and her hands found a place on the sides of his head. Excitement gripped her body and she bit her lip slightly. Viola had never expected anything to escalate so quickly. But he was like heroin to her, although she had done her best to suppress the animal within her. She just kept coming back for more.
By Emma Fraser6 years ago in Humans