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Pekhota,
I do appreciate the post addressed to me, but is not "a reply to any of" my posts. What an incredibly fine distinction. Surely it is a thing for archiving. Anyway, my obligatory response to your post that is not a reply to any my posts is to say that: they know me not. I am from above; they are from below. I must increase; they must decrease. For I am The |
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Pekhota,
But of course I win. Was there ever any doubt in your mind(?) as to the final score? With your unerring instincts for picking targets you must be batting zero in life. However, most likely I did graciously perform a Christian act of sacrifice by helping you "get off"; you being uncontrollably aroused by the pain of the beating administered to you. If time permitted, I could link your perverse needs to your proud Russian state of mind. But other duties beckon. It is idiocy to disturb he who holds the wily Fates of gods and man in his hands. For I am The |
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Pekhota,
Oddly, you ask strange questions. One might guess it is a natural prompting by your perverse and unsated needs. Just this once, I shall reply. But if you get any wild-eyed weirder I'm out of here. I do like Russians. They, as toys, afford one uncountable hours of Titilating pleasure. That being true, of course, if they be amendable to the master strokes administered by an Adept of the Game. My preference is that they be between 25 and 35 years of age, and ring up at least an 8 on the anatomical meter. Couple that goodly age range with the proper experiential conditioning, and one has a feast fit for my godhood. Hear my chant O children of the earth. My words are true and sweet to know. For I am The |
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