Autodidact

Autodidact The small forest or the woods by the white road made of crushed sea-shells, was a place of enchantment squirrels had no fear of solitary dreamers stumbling over oak roots. I used to walk here when cows were milked, fed and the mucking out was done and fresh straw strewn in their stalls and the barn had chewing contented animals. I could do so many things in the forest be an Indian or take out of my pocket pornographic pictures the farmhand in the village gave me and masturbate. I was especially drawn to pictures of cunnilingus the women seem to enjoy this form of sex more, and I was horrified when told it was not a manly act, yet the pleasured faces stayed on my mind. Years later I drove the forest was a private estate high walls and posh villas and no squirrels, I laughed out loud they will never know my secrets here where I dedicated trained for a hearty sex life to come.