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Shagging For Scotland - Part 3

Despite the damp Scottish weather outside, thing just get hotter inside.

I was jolted awake by the sound of the alarm next to the bed. Something that very rarely ever happened to me, I am a natural early riser, one of nature’s Larks. Kirsty reached over and silenced it. “I’m sorry, I’ve got a really busy day today and need to...

A song called Cunt

Sometimes you just want to sing "You're a cunt!"

I was sitting staring at the screen, absent-mindedly chewing the end of a strand of my red hair when the Features Editor wandered over. “Jackie, have you heard of K-Pop?” I grinned at him. “Well yeah, but I don’t think that’s exactly my scene. I think I h...

The Caravan Park

A very welcome holiday

It had been over a year since their last holiday, work commitments putting pay to any of their plans. Then Nicola's workmate explained she had a family caravan in Scotland, and a short break seemed more than possible.  Peter and Nicola had been together s...

Coorie Doon in the Heather

Ode to my Scottish love

Ower the haugh and yont a glen there is a bonny dun Where the corbie flies agin the sky, afore the setting sun,   Wi talloun and cracklings we sit doon and have a little drink And efter a wee heavy or two, we heat up a Cullen Skink,   It'll tek ye frae al...

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The Artist

Aria weighs the option of dating an older man or a loser. A shower head helps make her decision.

The aroma of marijuana scents the air. Sean takes another puff of his joint and gently hands his camera to me. “Hold the camera steady, Aria. The world needs to watch the artist work, baby.” He grabs the bucket of magenta house paint and walks over to the...