Just recently I was in contact with a Brazilian ex-girlfriend. Tight body, big tits, sculpted arse, long raven-black hair, expertly-trimmed snatch, and energy level turned to 11.It was an awesome match. My Nordic coolness contrasted well with her South American fire. She thrived on it. So did I.
During our conversation she revealed to me she miscarried a child of ours about 10 years ago. Which came as a bit of a surprise. Although, given my activities over the years, it really shouldn't have done.
I don't know whether to believe her.
Today she is comfortably ensconced in a relationship with an older gent, a high-flying European antiques dealer based in Los Angeles.
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I heard the same shit from an ex girlfriend back in the day when they still didn't need walkers to get around. Maybe true, maybe not, but who needs offspring anyway?
"My Nordic coolness contrasted well with her South American fire. She thrived on it. So did I."
It works the other way round too. That's why so many Nordic blonde women prefer men with a few more melanocytes.
"My Nordic coolness contrasted well with her South American fire. She thrived on it. So did I."
It works the other way round too. That's why so many Nordic blonde women prefer men with a few more melanocytes.
Thanks for the chortle, my dear fellow.
But really, old chap, don't you think this larping you're engaging in has gotten just a tad out of hand?
Next we'll be hearing about your "icy Aryan detachment."
Don't get me wrong. I enjoy the blog, read from beginning to end, upon discovery...and in doing so noted the alterations in style, as you descended into larperation.
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