Not up to that AR; way over my head. Writing a book is relatively very easy. All you need is a good grasp of the English language, an imagination and TIME. Time is the major stumbling block.
FIFTY SHADES OF GOVAN. "Friday afternoon and the weekend has started, I am In such a good mood, on my way home from the Social with a Crisis Loan, so It looks like a lemon sesh tonight. I see a lad In the Bus Station, shaved head and off white Adidas trackies tucked Into Donnay socks, the look polished off with scuffed brown Rockport boots and a Henleys T-Shirt. As I got closer the Lynx effect took over, I could not resist the scent of Drum Tobacco and Eau De Old Spice. He looked at me and I got so wet. I girlishly rolled back my Juicy Coture hoody sleeves to reveal my very feminine full sleeve tattoo. The bus arrives as he walks towards me, In his hand he had a brand new Blackberry, **** me he must be loaded. "Alright love" he says In a boyish way, I feel my face go warm, I turn slightly crimson but I plucked up the courage and opened my mouth, the words that followed shocked even myself. "Bus Station toilets?" I couldn't believe what I said, he looked me up and down as I kicked the floor In my clapped out Ugg boots and bit my lip. Five minutes had passed and to my shock here we are, It was so romantic, the flashing fluorescent tubes on the ceiling, piss soaked floor and the stentch to match. We walk Into a cubicle and he drops his kecks, the sight was to die for, I Ignored the smell and latched on to It like a baby on a nipple. He was so gentle he only made me gag twice. I gasp for air wiping the spit from my face smudging my fake tan. He pulls my leggings down and gently bends me over the toilet, the seats missing but I didn't care, I feel him Insert his schlong Into my soggy gash. After at least forty seconds I hear him groan as he shoots his muck In me. Thank **** I am on the pill I thought. He quickly pulls up his pants saying his bus Is due and as I spark up a Lambert & Butler I feel so alive
This stuff can't be good for our women folk. As I've mentioned before, time for a good old fashioned book burning me thinks.
