Dorset Stories

My flight from Abu Dhabi touched down at London’s Heathrow Airport just after two in the afternoon. I was shattered, it was my third trip to the Emirates in a month. This time however the new contract was safe. My firm would be working with our most valued customer in the Gulf for another five years. Enough to see me to my planned retirement. This should never have happened, but my boss was a dickhead, promoted way beyond...

I had just got in from a pleasant evening at my local pub in Wimbledon. I was idly scrolling through messages and deleting most of them. There is so much spam these days. I didn’t recognise P.McIntyre and was seconds away from deleting it when I realised it was from Pippa, the host of the holiday cottage I had rented the previous week. Pippa was absolutely lovely and we had enjoyed a very sexual tryst together while I was...