Kilt Stories

Priti had to remind herself why she had chosen Craemuir Cottage for her Christmas writing retreat. The cottage would have been ideal in summer, or at least, what passed for summer in Morayshire. Priti had never visited the Scottish Highlands in the warmer months, but from what the woman in the local shop had told her, summer there was weather Priti could expect in London during May. That would have been perfect; neither t...

I knew that he would be wearing his kilt today. He had told me about it the other day. What I didn't expect was my visceral reaction to seeing him in it. He's not perfect. Not the "tall, dark, and handsome" type.  Still, he does it for me. And seeing him come to work in his kilt, with the heavy boots, tight t-shirt, and big thick belt, got my juices flowing. The tattoo on the back of his right calf highlighted his dense m...

I love the works of the Scottish poet, Robert Burns. He wrote many famous poems and songs. He was less well-known for his raunchy, sexy poems. This is my tribute to him and, were he alive today, I'm certain that he would approve (in fact, I would bet good money that he would be writing here on Lush!) I’ve written it phonetically, in broad Scots, with an English translation underneath. I would recommend listening to the au...