Hello, my name is Dan. Last year, my wife Kelli & I decided to throw a Halloween costume party with some friends of ours. A lot of preparation was put into both the party as well as in deciding on our costumes. I put together a great Scottish highlander outfit, complete with a kilt. Kelli went with the traditional "sexy cat" outfit that was comprised of cat...
I've been baby-sitting since I was about fifteen and I used to wonder what the hell people saw in each other and why they would let someone of the other sex do that to them. It seemed vaguely disgusting to me. I've grown since then and shortly after I turned eighteen my then boyfriend was able to show me exactly why people did that and why other people let t...
Miss you my love. I am lying here thinking of you, even though we are thousands of miles away I feel you are near me when I put pen to paper. I was lying on my bed, about an hour ago, naked, my cock was rock hard, as I thinking of you. I miss your dark skin, my love, seeing the beads of sweat on your skin, turning it into a shiny mirror. I can wait to see m...
A week passed reasonably uneventfully, catching up with family and the usual things that happen when on overseas holidays. My mind never strayed far from the previous weekend, when the amazing young woman with her butterfly belt did incredible things to my mind. The day of the wedding arrives and I am tingling as I get myself ready. I take extra care gettin...
I'm Pat, a retired headmistress who never married. On alternate Saturday mornings Jason who is now 20 comes to clean. He is one of a group of university students who just charge minimum wage rates. When the doorbell rings I get up, slip on a short dressing gown, open the door and let him in. He slips off his coat and hangs it up. He is a Scottish lad and wea...
This story was first published (elsewhere) in October 2011. All characters are 18 or older. The story is set in Christchurch, New Zealand, and was written following a real earthquake on 4 September 2010. ******* 5 January, 2011 To: "Angel" Vixens Strip Bar Dear Aunty Eileen It's Amy here, your sister Mary's daughter. I hope this letter finds its w...
Highland Games (Part 3) ----------- Saturday, 19 September ----------- Edward walked back and forth examining himself in the mirror, feeling the rough, thick material of his brand-new kilt brush against the sensitive head of his cock. Although it came down to below his knees, it just didn't feel right. Surely it wasn't decent. He just felt too exposed....
The Life is so terribly for Nun, the 29 year old Thai girl who's living in Great Britain. Last year she worked in a Thai restaurant and met the young black stud who said he loved her with a true heart and promised many things to her. Everything looked so perfect at that time. Now she's jobless, and that's not the worst part, when she got back to her BF's fl...
My sweet Babycat, I had a veeerrry nice dream with you last night. We were just home from a Renaissance feast, as in just walked in the door. I was in my Graham of Mentieth kilt and cape, the latter being a deep olive green over black, and wearing black, high suede boots with daggers, and a long sword. Under my kilt I wore the traditional accouterments. You...
He had been standing at the bottom of the croft for years, a silent watcher of the tides; a startling vision in long johns and a second hand kilt, topped by a shocking pink shell-suit jacket; a nasty reminder of the diabolical eighties fashion trends. Rory was a friend to the animals, none were afraid of his radical dress-sense, or his slightly uneven facial...