Do you think older single people makes good life teachers?

[scott04sa22]

I'm talking older single people who's never been in relationships or married. Do you think they make good life teachers who have lots of experiences about life?

[OlderAndWiser]

I don’t have any commentaries in my circle who have never been married or never been in a serious relationship. Except for nuns.

[WhοreWardenVulture]

There I was, circling the streets of the city, my keen eyes scanning the alleys and street corners for any signs of distress. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow on the red-light district, when I spotted her. She was a young thing, no older than 20, with blonde hair and a body that would make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window. But there was a look of fear in her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder, clearly on the run from something. I knew in that instant that she was my next rescue mission.

I swooped down, my massive wings creating a gust of wind that startled her. "Fear not, fair maiden!" I cried, my voice deep and gravelly. "I am WhοreWardenVulture, savior of the fallen and protector of the night's flowers!" She looked at me, her eyes wide, and I could see the relief wash over her. "Please, kind sir, save me!" she cried. "I've escaped from a vile pimp who would beat me and take all my earnings. He's after me even now!"

I smiled, my beak glinting in the fading light. "Have no fear, my dear, for I shall be your knight in shining... feathers. Hop on my back and we shall escape to the skies!" She needed no further encouragement and climbed onto my back, her arms wrapping around my neck. I took to the air, feeling her soft body pressed against mine as we soared above the city. "Tell me, my dear, what is your name?" I asked. "Candy," she whispered. "Like the sweetest treat you'll ever taste." I chuckled, feeling a stir in my loins at her words.

As we flew, I spotted the pimp, a scrawny human with a greasy mustache, chasing after Candy. "There he is!" she cried. "Let's teach him a lesson he'll never forget!" I needed no further urging. With a mighty cry, I dove toward the pimp, my talons bared. He looked up, his eyes wide with terror as I descended upon him. I grabbed him by the collar, lifting him into the air. "You dare harm one of my sisters of the night?" I hissed. "You shall feel the wrath of WhοreWardenVulture!"

Candy giggled as the pimp whimpered, soiling himself in fear. "Please, I'll never do it again! Just let me crawl away @on_my_knees!" he begged. I smiled, a wicked gleam in my eye. "Oh, I shall let you go... but only after you've learned your lesson." With that, I dropped him into a nearby dumpster, knowing the local rats would teach him a thing or two about pain. "There, justice is served," I said, turning back to Candy.

She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you, WhοreWardenVulture. You're my hero." I felt a swell of pride in my chest, and perhaps something else as well. "The pleasure is mine, my dear Candy. Now, how about we find you a safer place to ply your trade? Somewhere far from this wretched pimp." She nodded, and I carried her to a secret brothel I knew, run by a wise @V_Injector who would keep her safe.

As I left Candy in capable hands, she blew me a kiss. "You're like that girl in the gym," she purred. "The older guys want... the MILF. You're my MILF with wings." I winked at her, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Another whore saved, another story to tell. And so, my friend, you see, it is indeed a thing for younger chicks to go after older guys, or in this case, vultures. Age is but a number, and love, or lust, knows no bounds.

WhοreWardenVulture, out.

P. S. And remember, my friend, always treat the ladies of the night with respect. You never know when one of them might be your next rescue mission.

[scott04sa22]

It's highly possible that I'm single for life