Scottish highlands Stories

We both lay in the afterglow as the throes of what just happened passed. Fiona snuggled in, her firm breasts pushing against my side. I ran my fingers through her tangled curls managing to reach her scalp and provide a very gentle head massage. She shivered at my touch. I moved my hand down her back and gently stroked her, teasing in and around the small of her back. “So, that was tasty, but I’m still hungry”, Fiona tease...

It took all my self-control not to take matters into my own hands. But the thought of my unloading into Fiona’s willing and wet mouth and throat, made me pause for thought. I really wanted to experience that, so I managed to resist. I gave it 15 minutes, pulled on some clothes and headed in. The waft of toast and bacon assailed me as I knocked and then entered the small croft’s kitchen. “I figured you may be hungry, so I...

Dreich, dreich and more dreich, the weather was like my mood as I wended my way north, further into the wilderness. My 70’s camper van was struggling. Both with the inclines and the onslaught of the relentlessly determined rainfall, each long mile was accompanied by a periodic screech of the wiper blades battling bravely to clear the screens. And to think this was August! I had a long and tough period at work, and I’d cal...