If You Go Down To The Woods Today...
A chance encounter at a local dogging spot leads to a mutual pleasure.
There is a spot where the bushes make a kind of cave. There are used tissues, used condoms, and pornographic pages torn from old magazines, fading and damp with spunk, slowly turning into leaf mold. It’s the haunt of doggers and I haunt the place in the hope of action, but never successfully, until today. There’s a girl there and she’s oblivious to me. Her knickers are on the floor and her gaze is on the scrap of paper in...