‘Readers of this blog, being erudite types, often to be found in exclusive salons discussing the role of foreshadowing in literature with other members of the intelligentsia (when they’re not sitting in front of their computers, trousers around their ankles, wanking to porn, obviously) will instantly have recognised the quote as one of Tolstoy’s and will thus, with sinking heart but a dreadful sense of inevitability, have discerned that today’s is another of those boring historical posts in which ladies rarely show their tits or dress up in exciting latex outfits.
Never mind, there’ll be a ‘normal’ post on Tuesday. In the meantime, try to get excited about finely-turned ankles and flirtatious badinage… or just go and whack off to whatever you can find on ImageFap, I don’t care.
Serves him right for being such a forward young man, I suppose.
Tolstoy and Testicles
I, for one, am looking forward to Tolstoyan doorstops running to 800 plus pages that recount the adventures of similar forward women. I expect to see plenty more intrigue, defiance of convention and grand (or bruised, or severed) balls on your website.
Given the first encounter here, however, I have no doubt who’ll be expiring tragically under a train at Obiralovka Station.
До свидания!
PP
Two at once.
Can you imagine….
Широко открыть.
Mr M