On Saturday I was strolling around public gardens with the only kinky childhood friend I’ve got (*waves to him*). The weather was typical of a Ukrainian summer: hot, humid, bright with sun.
“Mmmm,” I said happily, “isn’t it nice out here? Just smell the flowers. And look, there are switches growing on the trees up there!”
Upon reflection, it’s not me with the one-track mind. It’s the person who’d planted a whole grove of weeping willows right where the innocent citizens may see them.
The gardens have been planted by a filthy-minded pervert, definitely.
So what you’re saying is, *everybody* from Ukraine is a pervert? Wooooooow.
only if *everybody* from Ukraine plants weeping willows…. and that would indeed be kinky!
I very kindly gave my man a nice new switch last week for him to beat me with…and he did…and it hurt…lots
Not sure I’ll be doing that again. It was worse than an Abel special Singapore cane, and that’s one evil little stick!
(Waves back. :))
PS BTW, I _know_ the pervert who’s planted the gardens. He’s my aunt’s father-in-law. :))
t’Larien: =8-O
t’Larien is the coolest name in the whole wide world.
And I count three Ukrainian perverts now. Haron, her friend, and the tree-planting man. Seeing as I’ve only ever come across four people from Ukraine, that’s a pretty good perversion record… I think I’m going to move.
Oh yes Smudge, can I move with you? And we can skip exams and Uni and live in kinky Ukrainien paradise?
Waves to t’Larien…
(My dear friend, if Haron needs whacking while she’s in Ukraine, I do hope I can rely on you?!)
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I very recently moved with a friend. The first day there, we drove around our new neighborhood, taking note of the local services–there’s the hardware store, and a grocery store…and look! A nice source of switches!
Now, the trees are about 5 miles from our apartment, down the highway, so we had a wonderful time imagining some poor future girlfriend hobbling the whole way with her underpants around her ankles.
5 miles??? Surely you’d spring for bus money. LOL
Well, “Go hop on the bus, get off at the first stop and cut yourself a switch,” doesn’t have quite the ring I’d be going for…but I suppose riding the bus with one’s underpants around one’s ankles is a-whole-nother scene.