One was called "A Highland Fling" or something very similar. Guy goes into Scottish town, meets a woman pregnant with triplets, sexy times ensue.

Second one, no idea what the title is, guy vising the South bumps into lots of young pregnant girls, ends up flirting with one outside a gas station. No sexual content as far as I can remember.

Thanks!

I wrote the "Highland Fling" story you're referring to about seven or eight years ago. I don't have a copy of it any more, sadly, since the computer I wrote it on blew up and took all my data with it! I had intended to write several more chapters, but life got in the way, as so often happens with these things.. If anyone saved a copy of chapter one, I wouldn't mind re-reading it myself, then I might finally get around to writing some more of it.

As it happens, I have it saved!:


Life can get a bit dull here in the Scottish Highlands during winter, especially when it gets cold.. Really cold. One day, in the depths of last December, I walked carefully up the icy, slippery High Street after work to do my weekly grocery-raid at the supermarket. I didn't have a lot to get, to be honest.. I live in a shared house in a tiny little village with two other singletons, and we tend to live quite frugally.

At the check-out, I piled my usual bits-and-bobs onto the conveyor, then I saw her in front of me.. From behind, I thought, "Wow, that's an attractive lady!", as she bent over to take the last of her huge pile of shopping from her trolley. She was about five-feet-four, with a perfect hour-glass figure, auburn hair with a just a tiny touch of grey, spilling down her back over her stripy green-and-white top, and black lycra leggings which showed off her plump, but very firm bottom. She stood up, slowly, and turned to the cashier. My jaw almost hit the floor when I realised that she was pregnant, and colossally so. To call her belly a "bump" would do it an injustice; it was positively mountainous. Her rounded middle must have been close to full-term, I thought, since it pushed her top high above the seam of her leggings, exposing her ripe abdomen almost as far as her popped-out belly-button. She pulled her top down self-consciously and blushed as she turned around to see who might have witnessed the spectacle, not realising that she'd just made my day.

"Sorry! That was a wee bit embarrassing!", she said, passing the cashier her card. She had that familiar, soft, Highland lilt in her voice, and I knew she was a local lassie right away. I could feel my cock stirring right away, and I went as pink as she was as I smiled and blustered, "Och, making a bairn's nothing to be ashamed of!".

She giggled lightly as the casier handed her card back and rubbed her hand over her belly. "Aye, but there's three bairns in here! Wee bit of an accident!". She must have seen my eyes boggling as I looked down at her huge girth. "Triplets? Gosh, that's amazing! You look.. I mean.. Gosh!". She blushed again and said, "Huge? Aye, I know! Everybody thinks I'm going to explode any minute. But I've got a wee while to go yet.".

She started loading up her trolley again with her bags, huffing and puffing a bit, and I couldn't stop myself. "Would you like a hand with those? I'm only getting a few things.". "Ooof, aye, if you're not in a hurry.".

I loaded all her bags and my meagre collection of junk-food into her trolley and started wheeling it out to the car-park. "By the way, I'm Donald.. Lovely to meet you.", I said, offering her my hand as she waddled along beside me. She took my hand and shook it, smiling again. "Mhairi. You local yourself?". And her eyes looked straight at me. I held her gaze and said, nonchalantly, "Aye, not too far away. Just a wee bit up the road in the bus.".

"I'm going for the bus myself", she said, letting the statement hang. I jumped at it: "Och, you can't lug all that stuff yourself on the bus, especially not in this weather.. Can I help you on with it?". She looked at me gratefully and said, "Oh, you're a star", while she stuck her enormous belly out and rubbed the small of her back. "Can you give me a hand on with my coat?". "Aye, of course!", I said. She had a full-length fleece jacket to ward off the Highland winter, and she stuck her arms out for me as I draped it carefully round her shoulders.

"Could you give me a wee hand with the buttons?", she said, looking slightly embarrassed again, as she glanced down at her belly and grinned sheepishly. Oh god, I thought, don't touch her, or you'll blow it. Just Button The Coat. And I did, starting at the top and worked my way down while she watched.

"Better now? All toasty?", I smiled. "Aye," she said, "but you missed one. There's a toggle inside.". Before I knew what was happening, she clutched my hand and guided it inside her coat, running my palm over her roundness, over the pushed-put grape of her navel to find the hidden toggle. She was looking up at the shock in my face and grinning the whole time. "Found it yet?". "Ahem, well, I found quite a lot of lady! And the toggle.". She laughed, throwing her head back and guiding my hand back over her bulge, wobbling with her laughter. "The hook's on the other side, numpty!". "Ah. Yes. There it is. Got it.", I spluttered as I fastened the button.

I regained my composure, somehow, and looked at my watch, "Right, let's get this bus.". I grabbed all her bags and we began slipping and sliding up the icy street to the bus-stop, our breath blowing smoke-rings in in the freezing air. "Watch your feet.. You're walking for three, remember!". She giggled again. She looked down and rubbed her huge bump. "Aye, well, I wasn't expecting this lot!". "Maybe not," I chuckled, "but you're sure as hell expecting them now!". She laughed out loud this time. "You're not kidding! When I hit thirty-two last year I wasn't expecting ever to be expecting. I guess I'm making up for lost time!". She paused for a moment, thoughtfully, as we strolled carefully to the stop. "Their father wasn't expecting them either. Twat. Oh, well..", she sighed. I just nodded for a moment, and replied, "You mean you're..". "Single? Yep. He was out of the door five months ago, the minute he found out I was pregnant. I don't really miss him, to be honest. All he did was watch the telly and fart". We both laughed so hard that we slipped on the hard-packed ice beneath us. I dropped the bags and grabbed Mhairi before she fell to the pavement.

"Whoo, that was close!", she said, catching her breath. I was still panting, partly from laughing, partly from the cold, and partly from having a huge armful of deliciously pregnant woman. The moment must have gone on longer than I thought, because she grinned at me gently and said, "You can let me go now. I think I've stopped falling. Falling to the ground, anyway!". I went my by-now-familiar shade of purple and grabbed the bags hastily. "Ahem. OK. Bus."

The driver gave me a wry smile as I staggered onto the bus behind Mhairi lugging her huge heap of groceries, and whispered conspiratorially, "Ye've done well there, son! Nae wonder the wife's eating like a horse!". "No, no," I said, "she's not my..". But Mhairi had heard, and was sitting in the front seat with her hand over her mouth, lost in silent mirth. If I could have blushed any more, I would have, but it was as much as I could do to dump the bags and slide into the seat beside her as quietly as possible.

She slid her arm into mine and looked round at me, still chuckling. "So we're married now, eh? Getting hitched by a bus-driver, that's a first!". This time we both laughed. "Well, 'husband'", she said playfully, and grabbed my arm, draping it round her shoulder, "Have you got time to help me up to the house with this lot? I'm carrying quite a load myself. And getting the fire lit is a bit of a chore these days. Hauling coal around gets harder with three babies to humph around as well.". I looked into her eyes for a moment and saw it. "I'd be delighted to. I'm off tonight anyway. The hotel I work in is closed for the season. No more tourists til Easter.". She smiled even wider and leaned close to my ear. "Good.", she whispered.

Her cottage was delightful. Halfway between town and my village, an old farmhouse with an abandoned cow-shed turned into a coal and log-store, and a spectacular view over the loch to the mountains on the other side. I browsed around her bookshelves while I was hauling the coal in for the fire. She had lots of Tolkien, Terry Pratchett, some Carl Sagan books, Iain Banks' whole catalogue.. This lady was reading my mind. She was clearly creative as well; the walls were draped with batik and pastel sketches, some of the sunset-skies from her window, some of wild animals, some portraits of friends, and some nudes as well. I looked closer at some, and found a stunning portrait of a heavily-pregnant woman, the lines drawn lovingly, as if she was emphasising every curve of her body, the shading making the plumpness and softness of her form seem even more sumptuous...

"Like that one?", she said. I hadn't heard her come in behind me. "I just did that one the other day. That's my photographer friend Rhona. She's having twins at the moment. We reckon there must be something in the water in this glen, because she got pregnant almost the same time I did. I almost begged her to let me sketch her. She loved sitting for me, and I love drawing curves. How's the fire doing?". I glanced down at the hearth, where I'd coaxed the coal into life a few minutes before. "It's coming on. Give it half an hour and it'll be away like blazes (if you'll excuse the pun)! And I love your drawings, you're really got..". And stopped, because I had turned around and looked at Mhairi. She had changed out of her leggings and top, discarded her boots, and was standing barefoot, wearing a loose, white, full-length dress, the hem pulled up above her knees by her burgeoning roundness. She stood smiling at me, both hands on the small of her back, rocking back and forth, directly between me and the setting sun shining through the window, and the shadow-play of the sunlight through the light fabric showed me she was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of bikini panties underneath. Her breasts were full and high, dark nipples showing enticing bulges as she swayed to and fro. "...talent", I managed.

She smirked playfully, glanced down, and ran her hands over her roundness. "Och, you're just a flatterer. Chicken soup OK? I made a pot yesterday.", she said, waddling into the kitchen.

We sat at her old farmhouse table, the fire crackling and belching comforting wisps of smoke behind us as the house grew cosy, and chatted between slurps of her fabulous soup. "Thanks for dinner. The chicken who died for this did not give its life in vain!", I said. She laughed again, her boobs wobbling heavily, and said, "No, it gave it for Tesco's! I sold the chicken coop five months ago when I found out I was preggers.".

"That's right, I forgot. You're only five months along? I mean..". She looked at me thoughtfully and smiled, "Too big? Everyone says that. Including the midwife. Apparently I've got more than a stone of baby in here already, and I've still got four months to go.". She glanced down for a moment and rubbed her belly. "I'm going to be huge.", she said quietly, "Really huge. And I'm here on my own.". She glanced out of the window at the frozen beauty of the icy garden. "Actually, I'm getting a bit worried that I'm going to be house-bound with this lot pretty soon.". She looked back at me, half-smiling, half-worried.

"Well, I could always pop round now and again and see how you're doing..", I started. "No, I couldn't ask you.", she said. "Don't be daft, I only live in the next village!". She looked up again, and looked me straight in the eye. "Really?", she said quietly. "Really. I want to. You're a lovely, lovely lady, you make fantastic chicken soup, you're great company, and you're absoultely gorgeous, (ohshitijustblurtedthatoutdidn'ti). Sorry. I'll, I'll.."

I got up to leave, purple with embarrassment, but she grabbed my wrist as I stood up. "Really?", she said again, almost a whisper this time. I looked down at her, all of her, making sure she realised I was taking in every last inch. "Really.", I whispered. She gave me a long, thoughtful look, and said, "Most men would run away from a woman this pregnant, and about to get a lot more pregnant. I mean, this isn't Ben Nevis I've got stuck to my middle, it's a big fat womb-ful of babies.". She looked slightly worried again. I smiled at her gently and said, "Fat? Rubbish.. Just ripening, that's all. I.. Well, I think you look astoundingly beautiful. You're a fantastic, funny, talented woman, and your ex-boyfriend really is a twat. You look amazing, and..". I paused. "I'm not running away. Quite the opposite.".

She pulled my arm and drew me closer until my ear was level with her mouth. "Throw some more coal on the fire and close the curtains. Mrs McLennan walks her dog round about 11:00, and I she's an appalling gossip. I.. you don't think..?", she said, looking down shyly. "Think what?", I said gently. "That we might be doing something for her to gossip about by then, do you?". "Hmm.. I can't imagine what you mean", I smiled. She looked up at me again, and smiled back. "I can.", she said. My breathing was getting harder, and I could feel my penis straining against my trousers. "So can I.", I said.

Looking back, that's when she made the decision. She looked at me again for a moment, smiling thoughtfully, then said, quickly, "Oof, fancy putting a hand under my bum and giving me a lift? I need to visit the, er, 'rather big girls' room'.". "Under.. Your bum? You don't mind?", I said. "She laughed again, hard, her breasts wobbling with the rhythm. "Er, no, daftie. It's just a bum, and it quite likes you. Would your hands like to meet it?". I stood up, still almost in shock and obliged. I slid my hands under the soft flesh of her behind and helped push her up, feeling her warmth, and just a trace of dampness as I helped her upright. She was getting wet! "Bung the bowls in the sink, would you?", she said, waddling towards the stairs, "..and, er, you might want to take your jacket off..?". She gave me an impish smile which sent my heart racing like a steam engine. "Back in a minute. Stick a CD on if you like.".

I stood in front of the fire, still reeling. I've always had an attraction to the sensual roundness of a pregnant woman's body, growing, swelling and filling with new life, but I had never even come close to spending the night with a lady like Mhairi. Not only was she intelligent, witty, talented, and charming, but pregnant: gloriously, spectacularly pregnant, and she seemed to be enjoying my company. She was so perfect she almost seemed unreal. Could I be dreaming the whole thing? No, I said to myself. Don't even think about that or you'll wake up.. And you don't want to wake up from this dream, do you? I shook myself out of my reverie, took my leather jacket off and started browsing her CDs instead, looking for something to complement the moment. She had a solid collection of left-field rock albums, a lot of traditional and modern Scottish folk, and some romantic orchestral stuff as well. I settled for some Rachmaninov piano concertos, and heard her coming back into the room as I was fiddling with the controls on her CD player.

"I hope that's not Robbie Williams. My ex got me that for Christmas one year and I hide it under everything else. Boy, did he ever get me wrong.", she said, sighing as she plumped herself down on the sofa by the fire. "Ooh, hang on til I get comfy. These three are making their presence felt. Nice choice, by the way.. I love Ashkenazy playing Rachmaninov. This bunch seem to like it too. Stop wiggling, you lot!". I chuckled. "Three musical geniuses on the way then? That's a plus. Are.. Er, they kicking you in the kidneys a bit?". "Ooh, yes.", she said emphatically, and looked up at me, smiling. "Want to feel?". I smiled back. "Yeah. Do you mind?". She rolled her eyes. "Er, duhhh, no! Hang on a minute.".

She leaned back on the arm of the sofa and lifted her legs onto the other arm, pulling her dress up as she did so, hoisting her colossal tummy above her as she bunched the fabric up beneath her breasts. "Shove a cushion under my bum, eh? This lot weigh a ton already! I just stared for a moment, taken aback with the sheer size and perfect roundness of her ballooning form, rising up out of her like a mountain, capped with her perfectly popped-out navel and a thick, dark line running perfectly straight all the way from her breast bone, rising over the massive dome of her belly and disappearing into her tiny white panties, little wisps of dark pubic hair hinting at the forest within.

"Oh my god, look at you! You're.. Wow!.". She was still holding her belly high into the air, rising above the back of the sofa. "Er. Cushion?", she said. "Oh. Sorry. Er.. Sorry.", I spluttered, hastily grabbing a cushion and placing it beneath her ample bum. She laughed again, settling her bulk down with a sigh, and patting her belly. "Here. Feel.".

I kneeled down on the floor next to her massive middle and said, "Anywhere in particular?". She sighed contentedly and put her arms behind her head. "You choose. You find them.". Gingerly, I started exploring the huge expanse of her belly, stroking and sensing, feeling for little ripples of movement. I moved slowly over her whole girth, taking my time. "Just tell me to stop if you want me to.", I said. She sighed happily again and just whispered, "Ssshh. Try lower down.". I caressed down towards her bikini line, and felt a little flicker of movement, then a definite kick as one of the babies moved, right where her dark line disappeared into her panties. "Whoa! That's amazing", I said. "Hehe, yeah that one's playing football in the basement tonight. Try further down.", she grinned, taking my hand, and guiding it gently under the seam of her panties and into the thick forest below. "Right there.". She sighed harder this time, and I couldn't stop myself.

My hand moved down again, until I found the lips of her pussy, and, almost unconsciously, I felt for her clitoris. I could feel her wetness against my fingers as I probed, and heard her murmer, "Yes.". I slid down further, probing gently inside her with two fingers until I found the tip of her clit. She shuddered, arched her back, and turned towards me, eyes closed, and clamped her warm thighs against my hand. "Don't stop.", she whispered. I risked a little more pressure, massaging her clit against her pubic bone, and she let out a low moan, "Oh, don't stop, don't stop.". Her breathing became fast and shallow, and I could feel her shaking with each intake of breath as she came closer to coming. Her thighs ground against my hand as I massaged harder, and she began to gasp louder, "Yes! Yes! Ooohhh, yes!". Her whole body convulsed, spasming with the force of her orgasm, and she yelped, "Ohh, god, YES! Ooohhh GOD!!".

Gradually, her thighs released their vice-grip on my hand, and she leaned back, running her fingers through her hair and making little sighing sounds of contentment. After a few moments, she opened her eyes, and turned over heavily over on the sofa to look at me. "Looks like you found more than the baby down there! Where did you learn how to do that?". I smiled cheekily. "Beginner's luck?". She laughed, tossing her tousled hair back and said, "Yeah, right. Those fingers are talented, mister!". "Well, I do play the guitar from time to time..", I quipped. She laughed again. "You must be a virtuoso if you're as good on it as that! Here, help me up. The girls would like to be introduced to your magic fingers. And they want to know if you're any good on, ahem, vocals as well.".

"The girls?", I said, helping her up into a sitting position. She threw her eyes up in mock ridicule. "These girls, daftie!", she giggled. She pulled her bunched-up dress over her head and let it fall to the floor. "Donald, meet the girls. They're much bigger girls than they used to be, and they just won't stop growing. They, er, want you to give them a kiss to say hello.", she said impishly, leaning back on her arms, and puffing her chest out, proudly displaying her swollen, full boobs. I've never been an expert on bra sizes, but she must have been at least a 40DD. They perched atop her mountainous belly, still firm, despite her advancing pregnancy, and peaked with thick, dark nipples surrounded by small, but very dark areolae. "Come on, don't be rude, kiss the girls.", she said playfully.

"Well, far be it from me to be impolite.", I said, kneeling in front of her, between her spread legs, and took one of her breasts in each hand. They felt heavy and ripe, soft and yielding, but still pert and round. I leaned forward and kissed her left nipple gently, feeling it harden beneath my lips. I began running my tongue in slow circles around it. She threw her head back and said, "Mmmm, the dairy-maids like you. Don't you girls?". I switched to her right breast and sucked softly at her long, hard udder, licking and flicking with my tongue as she made soft little sounds of pleasure.

Mhairi reached down and lifted my chin up to look at me. She stuck her bottom lip out Feigning disappointment, and said, "I'm getting jealous now. They're getting all the attention. Don't I get a kiss?". "Well, of course, madam.", I said, and began kissing slowly up through her cleavage, across her shoulders and up her neck, teasing her with little flicks of my tongue as I explored her neck with my lips. I sat down next to her on the sofa, and she turned towards me. "Mmmm, come here.", she said, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. She crossed her hands around the back of my head and pulled me towards her. I took her bottom lip beween mine and sucked on it for a moment, then leaned back and looked at her rapt face, eyes closed, head slightly to one side and her lips parted, then I slid my tongue gently into her mouth and kissed her, as I held the back of her neck with one hand and instinctively explored her belly and breasts with my other. My hand found her panties again, and I massaged her wet pussy while she grabbed at my t-shirt and began pulling it over my head. "I think,", she gasped, breathing hard again, "that the sofa has outlived its usefulness.". She struggled up, took me by the hand, and pulled me towards the door. "It's way past my bed-time."

She led me across the hall backwards, grinning and giggling as she pulled me towards the bedroom door. "Hmmm, I've discovered a new talent, ", she teased, "I can waddle backwards and drag a man to bed at the same time.". She nudged the bedroom door open with her bum, and kept pulling until she reached the end of the bed, then flopped down heavily on her back, sending delicious wobbles through her plump flesh. I found myself positioned between her legs, and I automatically knelt down between them as she said, "Hmmm.. What now? What's a hugely pregnant girl to do with herself, all alone in her wee bed on a cold night like this...". Her vast belly rose and fell, hiding her face, but she peered round it to grin at me, and threw a leg up until it was resting on my shoulder. She started tickling my earlobe with her toes, and finished, "...I wonder?".

I put both hands round her calf and massaged her warm leg up and down. "Oh, read an improving book, maybe? Do some knitting?", I joked. "Boooring!", she laughed, "Go on.. Inspire me.". I didn't need asking twice. I slid my arms up her legs and took hold of her panties, pulling them down gently as she lifted her bum to free them. "Oooh, highly inspirational!", she giggled. She lifted her foot off my shoulder as I pulled them free, then wrapped both ankles around my neck, pulling me closer to her soaking-wet pussy. "I think I need some more, though.. Some 'oral' inspiration. Fancy.. teaching me a lesson?". I just grinned evilly. "Class has begun. Pay attention, now."

I kissed slowly up her inner thighs, massaging and tasting her warm skin, that woman-scent filling my nose as I got closer to her wet jungle. She kept her legs wrapped around my head, and I could feel her little spasms and gasps as I hit a sensitive spot. My hands slid up the side of her legs and I planted them under her round buttocks, gripping them hard as I plunged my tongue into her pussy. "Oooh, yeah!", she gasped, and grabbed my hair with both hands, wrapping her soft thighs tighter, "Mmmm,.. keep.. teaching." I licked and sucked at her swollen clit, softly at first, but faster and harder as I felt her responding. As her orgasm built, I cupped her boobs in each hand and teased at her hard nipples, ran my hands down over her swollen womb and played with her popped-out belly-button. She gasped, convulsed, three, four, five, six times, and her legs gripped me like iron as she let out one final cry, "Yes.. Yes.. Oh, YES!! YES!!! Mmmmmm, YES!!! Ohhhhh, yesss...". She trailed off and I felt her relax, still mushing my hair with her hands as I massaged her belly.

When I was sure she was content, I raised my head up over the great dome of her middle, looking down lustfully at the foot-hills of her breasts, resting against her arms, one arm thrown back over her pillow, the other running through her hair as she lay back with a blissful smile on her face. "Break-time. Was the lesson instructive?", I joked. She giggled lightly, "Oh, yes. This wee girl (sorry, very big girl) is definitely going to pass her exams! Come here, teach.". I walked round the side of the bed, still on my knees, until my crotch was level with her face. She looked round and said, dreamily, "Why are you still wearing so many clothes? There's something wrong with this picture.". She swung her bulk round to face me and unfastened my belt, running her fingers down my inner thigh as she did so. "Oooh, what's this? I thought the navy had done away with all the missile bases around here, and here's one lurking in your trousers.". I laughed out loud, "Well, this one's on full alert.. DEFCON 1!". "So you're preparing for launch, are you?", she teased, pulling my trousers down and releasing my rock-hard cock from its prison. "Oh my! You're going to need a big target for that one. A very big target. A very big, pregnant target.".

She pulled my foreskin back from my aching, desperate cock, rubbed both hands over the wetness of her pussy, then took it gently in her hands and began stroking it, massaging back and forth as she said, cooing, "Well, if it's war, you'll just have to do your duty.". Suddenly, she grabbed me by the buttocks and pulled me down onto the bed beside her. "Go on, lie back and think of Scotland.". She pulled my trousers free and lifted one leg over my pelvis, straddling me, and laying her hands flat on my chest. "Prepare for lift-off.", she said, taking the base of my raging cock in her hand and sliding it into her slippery pussy. "Oooh, god, you're so hard. I'm so pregnant and you're soooo hard. Soooo hard.". She was lost in the moment, as was I, just feeling each other's bodies as pure pleasure. She began sliding her hips back and forward, moaning softly, as I stroked and massaged the vast globe of her belly, reaching almost up to my chest as she began thrusting harder and harder. "Ohh, yeah. Oh, god, yeah!", she gasped. Moaning and sighing, she rode me hard for what seemed like an age, beads of sweat forming on her flushed face and neck.

Suddenly, she dismounted and rolled over onto her back, spread her legs wide, pulled me on top of her and growled, "Fuck me. Fuck me like the world's going to end. Fuck me like I'm your worst enemy. Fuck me NOW!". Shocked and turned-on in equal measure, I plunged into her again, hammering into her harder than I ever have into any woman, while she lay back and screamed, "Oooh, fuck, yeah! Oooh, come inside me! Shoot your load in me! Fuck me, Donald, fuck me!". My mind blanked out. I became her slave, plunging into her with all the energy I could muster. She arched her back and let out an incoherent scream as I finally blasted my load deep inside her, pumping out every last drop of semen into the depths of her convulsing pussy.

She slumped back, gasping for breath. "Oh.. god.. that.. was.. amazing.. The midwife.. said sex.. could be intense.. when a girl's.. up the duff. She.. wasn't kidding!". She pulled me down next to her and threw a leg over mine while I stroked gently up and down the length of her plump, curvy body, tracing the outline of her hips, still warm and slick with perspiration. Her flushed face looked into mine and I played with a strand of her hair with my free hand. "I got a surprise or two myself tonight. You're my first big-bellied goddess, you know!". "Hmmm..", she said softly, "so you've got a thing for big-bellied goddesses, have you?". "Just a wee bit. OK, a big bit. A HUGE bit.", I said. She looked at me thoughtfully again. "How big? There's big, there's really big, there's vast, there's stupidly humungous... Then there'll be me in four months...". She paused for a moment. "Want to see how big a Scots lassie can get?". "Try talking me out of it. I'll spoon-feed you porridge to find out". She laughed and gave me a long, slow, kiss. "I'll have mine with.. extra cream.", she said, winking happily.

Good grief, I thought that had been lost in one of the forgotten corners of the internet years ago..! I'm my own worst critic, but I can see some part of that could use a polish.. I'll maybe re-work it a little and start thinking about the next chapter. Don't hold your breath, though, it might take me a while.. Thanks for rescuing it, though!

It's one of my favourites - but then, I have a soft spot for the scots accent.

I love the internet.

This was one of the best reads I've ever laid eyes on. :/ Looking forward to the next chapters.