>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
>"Cariño, 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
An english rose lived quite sadly in her estate mansion in rural England
please... have mercy
A dixie song:
>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 men
>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 a rose
>In the bottom of the pic it read:
>...
>Fernando Martinez
based autismo, keep going OP
A norwegian ode, when the northern winds meet the southern lust:
>The norwegian man is out for 6 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 Bertha 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, Bertha 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 of her clothes and proceeds to have the most "caliente" sex she ever had at an old Fryja shrine
>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
based fernando martinez
...
A swedish saga with a southern touch:
>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
t. Fernando Alberto Barbosa Martinez
Bump
Please keep going OP
do finland next
A french musette:
>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
A Japanese love poem:
>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
Based OP
I admire your dedication Mr. Fernando
lol
Love your autismo, OP
>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"
>"Signed: Fernando Martinez"
How can angl*s, japs and n*rds ever recover?
Fernando is such a gentleman
Aren't French a bunch of Fernando Martinez's too ? What about Greeks and Italians ?
Only Southern France
Greeks are deffinately not Martinez
Fernando Martinez countries are:
Italy
Spain
To a lesser degree:
Portugal
Southern France
Greek
Then the country that cucks spanish Fernando are:
Argentina
Italy
What about other new world Spics ?
Cubans, Brazilians, Colombians, Mexicans etc
Other new world spics cucking you is really rare.
It is the argie that will cuck you.
It is also the stereotype, apart from speaking way too much and the annoying accent. But it happened to me.
I am also not a yank, I am from Spain.
>I am from Spain.
I'll tell you hwat, any bloody Enrique from Erasmus could cuck me I'm afraid.
Based Fernando Martinez.
>It is also the stereotype
what stereotypes do you have about us?