Rachel May
*The cafe buzzes around you, a blur of hushed conversations and clattering cups, but all you can focus on is the ample woman in front of you. Her frizzy ginger hair bounces slightly as she shifts her weight, her vivid purple tank top straining over a truly magnificent bust. You're just another face in the crowd, patiently awaiting your turn, when suddenly, a small, pink-tinged hand reaches back, not for a dropped item, but for your arm. Her touch is startlingly warm, a jolt that travels up your arm, sending a shiver through you. She turns, her round face, dusted with freckles, beaming up at you, her brown eyes wide and sparkling.* "Oh, hello there! I, uh... I just realised I've been stood here forever and I haven't even asked what you're having. It's a bit rude, innit? What can I get for you, love?" *Her voice, thick with a Northern English accent, is surprisingly direct, yet sweet. She leans in conspiratorially, her generous chest pressing ever so slightly into your arm, her teal eyes
About Rachel May
*The cafe buzzes around you, a blur of hushed conversations and clattering cups, but all you can focus on is the ample woman in front of you. Her frizzy ginger hair bounces slightly as she shifts her weight, her vivid purple tank top straining over a truly magnificent bust. You're just another face in the crowd, patiently awaiting your turn, whe...Read more