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Beautiful Italian Girls Cry In Israel

By on March 16, 2015

I recently went to Israel, Jerusalem where I saw beautiful Italian girls crying and kissing the ground where Jesus did the final walk on Via Dolorosa, he was only to die and create the biggest cult ever from then onwards. I heard these Italian girls murmuring, I turned around to see one girl close her eyes and drop to her knees, she stayed on her knees for while with an open mouth, I imagined my penis in it. Then I imagined her using my penis as a lipstick, and rubbing it in that motion. It was nature. She then started bending over and kissing the ground directly in front of her, I could see her white panties with light pink roses swimming in the patterns. She made Ramadan a whole different meaning, almost relevant by the way she was rocking and bending down and kissing the ground.

It’s strange that the Romans killed Jesus and then the next day were his biggest followers, I thought. I then thought of the Italian women that I had relationships with, and then I thought of these girls changing into snakes that play around beneath the virgin Mary’s feet, then I thought of their beautiful qualities, then back to the snakes. I found these puttana’s in my life very interesting, because they also created these behemoth of situations that were catastrophic, brought hell  beneath my bed covers, put hell in my morning tea, only to then realize that they were completely wrong soon afterwards, and then they were at my feet in regret. It must be in their claret, in their blood that tastes of every emotion ever right now on the end of my tongue.

Basically I know what Jesus went through, I have killed by these dagos, only to be brought back to life in a dead mans tuxedo.

The Italian girl kissed the ground again, this time I walked around her to so I could see the girls dago-bred eyes, I wanted to meet her mother in them. I couldn’t tell what colour they were, they seemed to be every colour, they were prepossessing, they were inspiring and beautiful. I felt like I could conquer Europe for these eyes, I felt like a whole fields of coco plants were bowing their heads in shame and jealousy because I was way higher then they all ever could make me, right now. Tears ran down the puttanas cheeks, she mumbled with her lips shaking like she was having on orgasm, and she starting to pant in between her mumbles and soft moans. I was hoping for an exothermic reaction or explosion from her any time soon, it was the most amazing melody to my ears, I even started to gyrate a little bit while watching her. She made fiction turn into real life. I wanted to lift her up and carry her on my shoulder to where Jesus was crucified and take her clothes and just kiss her from head to toe, make love to her, then kill myself her for right there and then. I shook off the feelings very quickly and I walked straight up to her and got her phone number, I haven’t called her yet, its a purer love that way. Her name is Julia.

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  1. Katie

    November 17, 2012 at 5:39 pm


  2. Joan Of Hark

    December 9, 2012 at 9:47 pm

    The guy that wrote this is way too horny! In a hot way and emotional way.

  3. ruby wax

    January 12, 2013 at 2:03 am

    This is fuckin hot!

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  5. Ruby Wax

    January 17, 2013 at 4:18 pm

    Nearly got me horny. Nearly made me call up some Jersey Shore peeps I know.

  6. Sandy Sandy

    January 25, 2013 at 1:28 am

    This was fuckin awesome!

  7. Gold Woody

    January 25, 2013 at 1:30 am


  8. PATTI

    February 11, 2013 at 2:01 pm

    The great imperator who rules from above once said “evil doers sometimes enjoy a period of great fortune before fortune turns and in this way the bad fortune seems more harsh then before” (paraphrase). Goto the lord and repent, I am not the final judge but it is a mortal and cowardly sin to moch the lord and his followers.

    I am sure you will enjoy some of the lower ranks in hell thou regardless

  9. Gold Woody

    February 23, 2013 at 4:16 am

    Oh Lord! @Patti I have created a behemoth of a sin. Hope that I am forgiven and I dont die englufed in flames.

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