Wanderd over here from Tumblr, hoping I wasn't followed in the cold dark night air, the silence deafening, just the rasp of my sheer stockings under my short skirt and the click on the pavement of my stilleto's. Wishing I hadnt worn them to the club, my toes feeling cramped. Then there is a noise behind me making me jump. I walk faster past the old deserted warehouse, wrapping my arms tight about my full breasts, nipples hard from the cold, fear corsing through me as I see shadows dance before me and hear footsteps behind!
