Under Loch and Key

by Lana Ferguson

Ever since I set foot in Scotland, I can’t seem to get over how beautiful it is. The land itself seems to be alive all around me—almost as if I can feel the hum of life in the air and beneath my feet. The colors feel more vibrant, the sights and sounds more lovely, and I can see it, I think. Feel it, even.

This man is the kind of beautiful that makes you think of sex and sweat and all sorts of other filthy things that are currently flitting through my thoughts.

Ahhh Scottish men