Oh bloody hell hell, nullius, you're like a slave-driver
Quoted for reference: Can I issue myself neutral trust feedback with this ringing endorsement? ;-)
(←N.b. “can”, not “may”; I actually don’t know whether or not I can issue myself neutral feedback. Though yes, I jest. I think.)—Oh bloody hell hell, V8s, I protest that
before your such reply, I wrote most of the long thing that I will post soon-ish. It takes time to add that Nullian polish; and other activities intervened meanwhile...
But first things first:
Quote intentionally cherry-picked for a serendipitous double entendre:and leave the
hard stuff till anon.
But first things first:
filthy sluts and two-faced gold diggers ... their proper place in America
I like sluts. Cheap, filthy, 2-faced, the lot of 'em, I like 'em. A really good slut is hard to find, but worth the journey and the destination.
Eh, I wasn’t moralizing at you. Just remarking on my irritation at some conversations that I have had with American blokes whose knowledge of the world comes from those refined masterpieces of mass education: Movies, TV, and porn. Then, those same all-American males turn around and complain that they can’t find a “unicorn” woman who doesn’t lead a lifestyle of one-night stands until, at age
30 35 39, she hurries to find a
husband sperm donor IVF specialist. Russian men do not have that problem, because Russian women are not American women—especially not American liberal women who vote
for Biden against Trump.
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all this homework
Once upon a time, I had a tempestuous affair with an American liberal woman. She was less annoying than most of her type—perhaps because she was, at least, a genuine cosmopolite who, at that point, had spent most of her young adult life indulging her Wanderlust in lands more civilized than the United States. She was assuredly not a slut—not by American liberal standards: I was only the ninth or tenth man to enter into her life of serial monogamy, which made her almost exactly approximately a virgin. And she had a hell of a secret submissive streak—perfect for this old “slave-driver”.
We developed between us a personal slang, a cant for our cryptic trysts and forbidden fantasies. “Homework” was the term that she used for her own studious masturbation. Between our assignations, I assigned her “homework” at least fifteen or twenty or fifty times per day. She attained an A grade.
Alas, the saucy tail of this saucy tale about saucy tail does not conclude, “happily ever after”. Ick. I now realize that I have had sex with someone who must have voted for Hillary and Uncle Joe against Trump! I need a bath. Am I contaminated? Out, damned spot!