Candid Russia

England, is burning hot... wimbledon has started and it's great!

Note - our girls (UK) are stacked... I don't care what you say about Russian women... English babes are where the boobs are... it must be the dairy diet .. or the real ale they sup in the north, but I'm rather happy at the moment just being a tourist in England for the summer..

Woahay....

England, is burning hot... wimbledon has started and it's great!

Note - our girls (UK) are stacked... I don't care what you say about Russian women... English babes are where the boobs are... it must be the dairy diet .. or the real ale they sup in the north, but I'm rather happy at the moment just being a tourist in England for the summer..

Woahay....

Russia, not being known as a land of innovation, but still has its moments..

In this instance, some innovative veterinary surgeons decided that a dog badly bitten in a fight and near death could be their first trannie mut.. they augmented the canine's nipples with silicon, and as the poor thing had also had its nads bitten off, made a vagina for the liitle chap.

The surgeon's commented that the dog will still be male in its instincts, but a reduction in male hormones will make it less interested in females..

The last time I ventured through Belarus was on a visa run to Vilnius.

I found the country accomodating, especially as they threw me off the train at 5 am in the morning as I did not have a transit visa. After negotiations, staring down a Kalishnikoff, and generally speaking perpetually to them non stop for 3 hours in the hope of sending them nuts, I finally paid a $100 dollar bribe for a ride into Minsk and the British embassy by the chief of police. The embassy was wonderful and sorted me out and I was on my way.

Belarus, has just introduced a new bill which it would seem is going to be accepted - 'coersive sterilization for hypersexual people'... basically, if you are an irresponsible shagaholic you are FU*@ed! You will have your nads neutralised..

So, scratch any visa runs that even tickle the borders of that lovely little tin pot country...

The club would be none descript if not for the scent of the night; the groping, squirming, stench of perfume showers - man smell extinguishers dripping from the silhouetted frames stalking the bar. Shadows move suggestively as the the man finds a stool - a gin and tonic glowing with a lumionous blue light that sucks at his soul.

He's caught the eye of several vampirical looking creatures as they saunter past him; deliberately catching his arm with an awkward nudge, which he understands will progress into a firm stab in his ribs if he does not accept some company soon. That's the drill - you come, sit, and get prodded into submission.

He thinks, "Soddom and Gomorah' to himself and smiles into the evenescent blue of his chosen brain cell molester. Even after living this life for so long the moves still enchant him; the seductive eyes and flashes of amiable flesh still entice... keep an ember of hope burning in his dispassionate pools of sight.

"Are you a foolish man," the ghost of a woman whispers into his ear.

Without turning to her he answers, "foolishness, yes, I have known foolishness."

Her perfume is fresh - the first indicator that maybe she's not a professional. He savours 'Coco Chanel' and an educated nose offers images of a secretary hoping for sweeter things, materialistic, slightly childish, but with expensive aims - a high maintenance woman to be sure.

He decides to play this one for a while.

"Did you come to see the dance - the strip tease? she asks with a soft tone that was succulent, warming, trained in an art of suggestion.

"I always watch the dance," he replied, " I like to watch."

"Really, I like to watch too - they are so beautiful.. how they slide."

"They are symbolic of the void between man and his reality. The woman seducing the cold rigidity of the pole suggests a sense of emancipation, but also a cruel reliance in the desire to offer oneself completely to the man's overwhelming power to control her beauty - to make it his own as a trophy from the hunt. She must perform to be adored. Her flight from self indicates a desire to be desired, but also to be held within the realm of man's need to control - to extinguish all that she is inside for the symbol of sex - to be - ultimately the porn star one could love, but in loving, ultimately consume. In offering all that is the self she is finally owned by her final conviction to serve the ego of the eyes devouring her flesh... eyes hardened by the images they could never actually love... only consume."

"CHI VOI! Erm, I mean, what did you say?" the shadow fumbled with her limited vocabulary..

"I said, FUCK OFF," he replied, blankly admiring the iced blue clouds of his best, and most reliable, friend as the shadow beside him evaporated into the walls.

For an old friend.

Now, if you don't mind looking a bit like a lost Star Wars extra, you might quite fancy some of these.



Oakley, are introducing shades with built in MP3 players! What with the Adidas thinking shoes and other strange new innovations, you could do worse than be jogging along with Adidas tread under you and Oakley shades servicing your ear's sound portals.



Probably good for the slopes - boarding and the like.

The sight of a girl seducing a chrome pole is, in my mind, the most beautiful art of dance I have seen. it's all about the form.. you just have to appreciate the art of the dance.

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After spending many hours admiring the form of the strip tease dancer negotiating the pole I've started to put some shots together celebrating their art.



Men, you should remember that the pole is now accepted as one of the most effective keep fit accessories on the market. It increases upper body strength and firms thighs and buttocks perfectly. Tired of seeing your wife jumping on those steps and jogging with the dog... get a POLE put in and finally get something out of it.... guaranteed to get results in every department. Just make sure you fit the the thing in proper as the vision of your wife flying out the window is not too appealing, but there again.... get a POLE put in..

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Just the job, right...



Should keep you going..

The grim reaper will be collecting my bag of bones on the 18th August 2018...

What about you?

Some lovely food for thought over here

Brilliant site!!

Well, that's got to be a result!!!!

Well done Timmie and Katja.... keeping the Ginger Gene well and truly alive.

Don't worry, I won't post your pictures... not unless 30,000 readers ask me to... but, y'know there is that one in particular I am rather fond of... really nice tan...

:-)

Well done... SORRY SORRY SORRY I had no passport... I know.. USELESS!!