Bidh fuaim drùidhteach an trèana a ’beothachadh gu socair…
… the building as I write in my journal. I’m waking up slowly on this lazy morning, taking cautious sips of my still-too-hot coffee.
Tha mo dhleastanasan sgrìobhaidh crìochnaichte, chuir mi sìos mo leabhar-nota agus am peann, agus an seòmar-suidhe air ais air mo chomhairl. Bidh mo làmhan saor a ’dol thairis air mo bhodhaig, mar a tha an tè eile fhathast a’ cumail air a ’choda cofaidh blàth.
I slowly pull up my dress, exposing my pantiless pussy. I caress my labia, then slip my finger between my lips and begin to tease my clitoris and genital piercings…