>Sven left his wife, Ingrid, in order to attend another pro-immigrant rally
>Once again, the poor Ingird was left alone while her husband contributed to the decay of her country and culture
>She usually would go to the forest and write poetry of her own, it was in a forest that she had the most astonishing encounter of her life
>After a while, she started to feel warm and heated up, it seemed impossible since everything was covered in snow...
>"What's happening" - tought Ingrid
>Suddenly a lascive Em chord echoed troughout the pinetrees
>A dark handsome man appeared in front of her holding a rose in his teeth and in a exquisite and gracious way he offered her his most precious flower
>"Como tu, esta flor es la inspiracion para mis canciones de amor, dolor y pasion, querida Ingrid" - said the luxurious man
>Ingrid was mesmerized... Never she witnessed such demonstration of "amor ardente" in the frozen cucked lands of Sweden
>The man, filled with lust and pasion embraced Ingrid like a passionate, strong and gracious bull from the warm plains of the mediterranean
>Ingrid just let herself be possessed by the angel of luxury and her orgasms became a perfect simbyose with the pro-immigration rally portests
>Ingrid passed out after such pleasure and was now riding with the valkyries in the chariot of joy
>As the immigrants raped inocent swedish women a single girl was left pleased and satisfied in the snows of Sweden
>Her name was Ingrid and her lover was
>...
>Fernando Martinez
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-wtJuqyKko
>France
>An elementary school teacher is lonely because her husband wich is a philosophy academic teacher is always traveling
>She also feels sad because the said husband thinks to highly of himself and also thinks that his wife is a cultural pleb
>One day while she was in the local library reading the french classics like Victor Hugo's poetry she grasps the sound of a motorbike acompanied by the sound of a "guitar apasionada"
>She reaches to the door to see what's happening and she receives a breath of warmness in her face
>Before she could open her eyes a dark handsome man was holding her waist and towering over her with the elegance of a stray cat
>He starts to dance across the library with her, the poor teacher never felt so secure and attractive before
>"Sin duda que eras un chica lista pero tu cintura es la de una verdadera mujer" - said the wandering man in a soothing way
>Suddenly, before she could know it her soutien was removed and the fingers of the guitarist swarmed over her
>The pleasure was so intense that even Rimbaud could hear her moans from his grave
>When she wakes up there was a rose next to her beautiful naked body
>"Pour Marie, je vous dit: Merci... Acuerdate de mi, tu amado..."
>...
>Fernando Martinez
>An english rose lived quite sadly in her estate mansion in rural England
>Her family lived acordingly to the victorian ideals and her upbringing was very strict
>In that sense, the lonely english rose dreamed of a world of freedom and carefree that seemed so distant from her world
>One day, her mother informs her that she is bound to marry sir Georges
>Poor Mary spent her day weeping for Georges was a boorish brute prone to violence and domestic abuse
>At night while she was sobbing in her sleep a shadow swayed in the moonlight in front of her bed
>A dark handsome man in the most luxurious yet elegant clothes was staring at her with a warm passion
>She felt scared but amazed at the same time, he was like a mithycal creature like the ones she read in fantastic books
>"CariƱo, te voy a dar el placer que Georges nunca te podera dar para que pudas vivir en paz por toda tu vida" - whispered the handsome man
>Mary was mesmerized and before she noticed it the man was kissing her neck, lowering to her breasts while his hands massaged the back of her ears
>It was like driving a chariot trough the clouds but at the same time it was so warm like the fields of olives
>Despite being a virgin she couldn't feel any pain, just a gigantic amount of pleasure
>She screamed in extasis when the orgasm filled her young body
>Then everything became black
>When she woke up, her mother came to pick her up for the wedding... Mary didn't knew if it was all a dream
>Suddenly, while she was putting her locket around her neck a small handkerchief with foreign ornaments feel down
>"May this suave and passionate handkerchief acompany troughout your life... There will always be a summer"
>"Yours truly:..."
>...
>Fernando Martinez
>The room was dark, the computer screen was its only source of light reflecting on Bob's glasses as he stared at the computer
>His country, and his germanic heritage needed him in the internet, in order to fight the jewish and islamic comunism conspirancy that threatened his culture, his life and his wife
>Meanwhile, his wife was out in the bar feeling depressed and hopeless over a failed marriage
>At that time she noticed a change in the jukebox
>The music was warmer, more passionate and "naughtier" than before... a spanish guitar could be heard blasting the sound of pasion and amore
>A galant handsome latino man sits next ot her at the barstool
>"Perdoname pero una chica sola como tu hace mi corazon llorar lagrimas de dolor... Dejame que te ayude" - said the gracious man
>As the man's fingers caress the woman's body she could feel a tight and firm body... a rare sight in a country of obese man
>The man went deeper and deeper until the woman unleashed a scream of pleasure that incarnated the spirit of bluesgrass and rodeo in a single feeling
>She passes out with a smile in her face, she knew that she discovered passion for the first time in her life
>Meanwhile, Bob already won an argument in his favourite racist internet board... However, he couldn't understand why there was a speechless post with the pic of rose
>In the bottom of the pic it read:
>...
>Fernando Martinez
>Gunma province, a rural pearl in Japan
>There lived a beautiful japanese girl who dreamed about leaving her small town and venture to Tokyo or even Europe
>However, she was very poor so she worked really hard in a tavern in order to save money for her journey
>Sadly, that tavern was the usual hang out for all kinds of low-lifes since small time thugs to autistic racers that risked their lives for the "driftu"
>The japanese girl suffered a lot because of them since they usually harassed her and she was almost raped once
>One day, she was a wage away from completing her dream but the thugs, knowing she had a saving pot grabed her and asked her where she hid the money
>The girl remained silent so the thugs striped her off her clothes and prepared to rape her
>Suddenly, they hear a window crashing and a powerful Em chord followed by a handsome dark gaijin
>The thugs recover from the shock and pull out their knives from their jackets and charge towards the gaijin with their small dicks hangin out
>"Eso no les va a gustar" - said the gaijin as he assumed a daring pose
>A sudden flash strikes the whole establishment and the thugs are laying down dead as the gaijin towers above them
>The japanese girl blushes and say a shy "arigato" but the gaijin puts his hand in her chin and kisses her
>As the kiss goes by, the japanese girl understands that she will gladly give her virginity to this handsome angel of passion
>The next day as she prepares to head off towards her dream, she still can't resemble the gorgeous man's name who gave her the night of her life
>The only thing that she could grasp was a "F" written in blood in the skin of the thugs
>That "F" would remain as a mistery for the rest of her life but we all know that it was the work of a daring man
>...
>Fernando Martinez
>It's another dark, cold and depressing day in Finland
>Vilhelmiina, is working at the matches factory and dreading her life
>Anywhere she looks all she can see is the endless alignment of commieblocks, drunk people
>She longs for human contact but everyone is obliged to leave a 5 meter safe zone between human beings
>She is also tired of getting in an almost comatose state in order to have sexual intercourse with another semi-comatose finn man wich leaves her unsatisfied
>Even the donald duck and moomin memes are loosing their appeal as well as shitposting
>As Vilhelmiina wraps a rope around her neck in her sad, depressing commieblock a shining light fills her apartment
>"Is it Tengri that finnaly came to pick me up and bring me to moonim valley, the finnish paradise?" - tought Vilhelmiina with a tear of joy rolling down her face
>No, it wasn't Tengri but she was right in guessing that it was a god, a god of LOVE
>The most handsome man posed in front of her with just a towel around his hip, barely hiding his prosperous genitals
>"Vilhelmiina, mi amor. No te sintas enfadada con la vida quando aun tienes muy amor para recibir" - said the handsome man in a calm and appealing voice
>He then unrwaps his towel and in a suave movement proceeds to make love to the lonely Vilhelmiina
>The girl couldn't imagine how blissful it was to be alive, never a finn man could ever give her this immense pleasure, life was good and it was worth to keep on living
>She felt like she was riding a horse trough the steppes, however they were warm and filled with olives in Spring with huge bulls resting on their base, an indescritive feeling of pleasure
>As she collapses from the multiple orgasms she can listen to a spanish guitar fading in the distance
>When she wakes up, the house is dark and the outside is freezing again
>She sees a small letter in the floor where it was written with the suaviest hand writting:
>"May you never feel cold and lonely again"
>"t. Fernando Martinez"
>The norwegian man is out for months because he works in an oil platform in the middle of the ocean (among other men)
>Meanwhile, his wife is bored. She is bored of hiking the same mountains and all the men around her are boorish autists
>One day, a stranger comes into town. He is a dark handsome man with a daring and passionate look in his eyes
>He notices lonely Else staring at dead trees covered by snow
>The charming man aproaches her and she can feel herself heating up like if she was in the mediterranean
>"Te encuentras sola pobrecita" - said the mysterious man
>Suddenly, Else couldn't take it anymore. The passion of Andalusia, the charm of Milan and the nostalgia of Portugal were all combined in the deity that was in front of her
>She takes off her clothes and proceeds to have the most "caliente" sex she ever had at an old pagan site
>As she reaches the climax and the epithome of human pleasure she thanks the gods of the south for sending this angel of lust
>After passing out she could hear a lonesome guitar sound fading in the distance
>When she waked up her husband was still in the ocean but now she had a memory to warm her in those cold Norwegian nights
>and that memory was:
>...
>Fernando Martinez
Sickening
>>66562807
>Sickening
it's called AMOR anon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?list=RD4-wtJuqyKko&v=w5fLGWrHouk
>it was another humid afternoon in Portugal
>Albertina was combing her hair outside their tin shack while her husband slept, as he often did at 2pm on a Wednesday
>just then, a man appeared before her, pale as milk with eyes shining like Portugese coins, which were worthless in the real world, but this man was like a platinum god
>"you're a bonny lass" the man said sweetly, his voice smoother than the hairless brown paupers that are the Portugese
>she was overcome with lust at the sight of his red hair, like a wild fire
>"fire" she thought, no one had seen a fire in Portugal, they had never discovered such technology
>she spread her legs for the strong Gaelic figure, he filled her with the seed that had given rise to warriors throughout all time
>her squeals of delight filled the shanty town that was Lisbon, she had never been with a man taller than 5'6
>as quick as he had appeared, he was gone again, back to the green fields of the Emerald Isle
>her name was Albertina and her love was
>...
>Padraig O'Neill
>>66562884
>Mary, a jolly irish gal was wandering trough the fields of athenry longing for love
>She was really tired of all the anoretic famine ridden irish men as well as their constant cucking from the brits
>Suddenly, among the flight of the small birds a gallant man appears surrounded by waves of lust and passion
>Mary falls down on her knees, could Epona have sent him the man of her lifelong dreams?
>He gives her is hand, kisses it and whispers in her ear:
>"Tu eres la mas bela flor de Irlanda, Junta-te a mi en este rito de amor"
>She quickly embraces the man as they roll down trough the green fields of Ireland, destroying the potato plantations with a lustful demonstration of passion
>As she reaches the climax she launches a powerful cry of joy that even the banshees were scared of it
>She passes out and the man departs with his guitar swaying on his back
>In the guitar you could see these words engraved in the wood of Toledo:
>...
>Fernando Martinez
WTF is this french cuckery