Woodland meeting Stories

'Text me with your thoughts.' When Paul saw this written on the front of her tee shirt, it brought the first real smile to his face of the day. Seeing a mobile number displayed on the back of it was his kind of humour, too. 'You just made my day,' Paul typed, having no qualms about sending his thanks for cheering him up in a message to the number given. Paul got off the bench he had been sitting on but paused when distrac...

Fifty-nine-year-old Charlotte Simpkins waited, impatiently and hopefully, in the woods on the vast estate owned by her and her husband Russell, or more accurately by Russell's parents. Charlotte was waiting for her son-in-law, thirty-five-year-old Cole Tibbott, who as of about twenty-four hours previously, was her lover. Charlotte was standing rather than sitting because her large backside was tender, it had received more...