Cutme (imported) wrote: Tue Apr 02, 2002 1:26 am I would like to write often in German language, because my English is not so fluent, and sometimes I have to find the correct words to describe I like to explain. Please give me your feedback, and I will respond to you.
I had a hard time reading that Afrikaaner Korps -story of yours but I understood it with some thinking and re-reading of the sentence.
it is worth translating on the contrary to the rest of the kraut stuff that has been flooded here all these years.
it really turned me on to think of me as a white man to come to Afrika and all those black women there have spent their
time practising their asshole in order to be familiar with the situation they shall be in when meeting me.
oh ,
e here and get divorced by the reason of my fantasy.Cutme (imported) wrote: Tue Apr 02, 2002 3:41 am my dick is getting reeeally hard now writing this.
The problem is, that I love my wife, and I never could troubl
it's not a p
Cutme (imported) wrote: Tue Apr 02, 2002 3:41 am roblem. a wife is something you should be grateful of.
Stop the world, I want to get off.
Best regards
You should get a hold of yourself and fuck your wife.
For the sake of honour!
I've been denied by women in the street, in the army, in the beach and in the dancing places. yet I shall never surrender.
never was I depressed.
until this last time, I made a date on internet and she turned out to be from this world(not too good looking)
and I thought I had a swell chance to get her and I fell in love with her as she was so cool and talked about
herself and she had gone the army and had a wiiide bottom which caused me to moan of pleasure when it touched me as
we sat close to each other and so on. she was not perfect, she was uglier than I and was pierced and smoked
but she was so fucking cool and sexy.
I started dreaming of licking and kissing her ass-hole and only pause to burp out her farts.
But the next day she said she ain't interested in me and told me to manage life without her.
I was devastated.
everything lost its meaning.
Nothing mattered anymore.
For one day I was a zombie.
the next day I had a broken voice and cried often.
the third day I was very sad and everything which reminded me of that day with her was
like a knife ran in my heart.
these days would have been a total blackout-mayhem if it wouldn't have been for Finnish military marches,
listening to them one can be, although ones heart is broken and the tears are running.
the fourth day I was still missing her but thought that I can have her although she is not here,
she is my queen although kilometres away.
Nowadays I don't even miss her because I am not attracted to her anymore, her spell of attraction on me
broke when she had been away from me for so long I didn't anymore have a memory strong enough of her
to feel attraction. I just remember her, that's all.
I do however remember that the first day of grief I thought seriously it would be better to be castrated than
to get ones heart broken. Now I'm back to my senses and realize I won't break my heart again if I just don't make
dates with women getting them to talk to me, be near me and so on.
and so what if I would date and my heart would break a second time, there is Finnish military marches.