Paddle Stories

Chapter 4: The Gift The rain hammered against the windscreen as I navigated the final miles to the cottage. October had arrived with a vengeance, bringing with it the kind of cold, persistent rain that seemed to drive the cold into your bones. The wipers worked overtime, their rhythmic sweep barely keeping pace with the downpour. The countryside was dark, the kind of darkness you only get miles from any city, broken only...

Chapter 5: Two Girls for Breakfast I woke to the sensation of warmth on either side of me, soft skin pressed against mine, the gentle rise and fall of two people breathing. For a moment, I kept my eyes closed, simply enjoying the feeling of having two women in my bed, their bodies moulded to mine in sleep. The morning light filtered through the curtains, softer than yesterday's grey gloom, the rain had passed, leaving beh...