After work, I went to a local gay bar, for a swift drink, also to eye up the local talent, Show noticed a man was looking at me sitting from the corne..., wearing a black shirt and tie, kind of unkempt looking, a man early to mid 50’s with salt and pepper hair, a few scars around his face and hands, but at the same time looked like he could look after himself at the same time, he sort of smiled, not knowing whether he was being pleasant or was about to knock my block off, I was wary about staring. .. flow. Before I knew it, six hours had passed, and I had written forty thousand words. I read back over it and, this sounds egotistical, but it was good! Since then, I have been reading about writing, like that Stephen King book, and trying different styles. I have written a couple hundred thousand words this month, just playing.”“That is art too, you know. Ask anyone if Shakespeare was an artist!”“Maybe. I think of it more like a craft. Anyone can follow a patter, saw a board and hammer a. I also had great success with the ladies. But my personal view on sex changed dramatically during the summer between my second and third year. I had returned home for my summer job and was at a club hoping to get laid when a simple moment changed me forever.It was late and I was just accepting I wasn't getting laid when I noticed Mrs. Cooper, my grade 12 Math teacher with a couple other ladies. She gave me a smile when she noticed me and waved me over. I went over, bought the ladies a round of. Her thumb began to play with my helmet and I began rubbing her crotch. I asked if I could see her ‘down there’. After a moment of hesitation, she unclipped her waistband and pulled her trousers down. I watched in wrapped amazment as for the first time in my life, a real pussy came into view. Despite her blonde hair, her thick pubic hair was jet black like her eyebrows. I couldn’t see much as she didn’t seem to know what I wanted from her. I began to run my fingers through her pubic hair until I.