The Astonishing Adventures of
Aristocratic Adventurer and Gentle-man of Action
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Friday, May 4th, 2007
April, 1856 Ivan Romanov watched with obvious delight as The Bear increased the force of his grip around my chest, causing me to turn a most unfitting shade of blue. “Oh dear, Likely,” Romanov sneered. “You do not look well. Not well at all.” “Guh-guh-go to Hell,” I gasped. “Oh! Well, that is the pleasantries [...]
Tags: botter, Ivan Romanov, Russian, taking one for the team, The Bear
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Tuesday, May 1st, 2007
April, 1856 Following the gun shot, I slumped back onto the couch, dazed. It took a moment for my senses to catch up with recent events, but when they finally did they confirmed that I had, indeed, just been shot in the arm. I put my hand upon my stricken limb, seeking a second opinion, [...]
Tags: crushed, Ivan Romanov, Russian, shot, testicle, The Bear, weapon size
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Sunday, April 29th, 2007
April, 1856 Ivan Romanov circled Botter and I, keeping his pistol trained upon us as he did so. “Lord Likely,” he snarled. “The aristocratic adventurer. The gentle-man of action. The Victorian vigilante.” “It is nice to know I am as well known in Russia as I am here at home,” I said. “And I did [...]
Tags: Crimean War, Ivan Romanov, Miss Eileen Nipples, pistols, Russian, scheme, spit
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Friday, April 27th, 2007
April 1856 “There you go, your royal-ness,” the police-officer said, as we arrived safely at the Russian embassy. “I hope that everything is to your satisfaction, and you will leave my balls quite well alone.” Botter opened his mouth to reel off some more Russian, but I had had quite my fill of his showing-off, [...]
Tags: embassy, gun, Ivan Romanov, Russian, shit creek
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Wednesday, April 25th, 2007
April, 1856. After our brief distractions, Botter and I continued onto the Russian embassy, making good on our legs and keeping a quick but steady pace. Soon we had made a significant advance in our journey, and found ourselves only a few streets away from our target destination. “Botter,” I said to my man-servant, who [...]
Tags: balls, botter, disguise, policeman, Russian
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Friday, April 20th, 2007
April 1856 I emerged from Tackle-Tuck’s back room some two hours later, having had an extremely pleasurable fitting session with Mrs. Tackle-Tuck. Of course, by ‘fitting session’, I mean to say I fitted my penis into her vagina. To whit: we had sex. It was not all recreation, however, and Mrs. Tackle-Tuck also did a [...]
Tags: beards, botter, disguise, Russian, the Tackle-Tucks
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Tuesday, March 27th, 2007
March 27th, 1856 The day began much like any other. That is to say, it started with the morning. I was busily waxing my moustache when I heard Botter return from the shops, where he had been sent to purchase essential items for the house. I finished off styling my proud whiskers, then hastened downstairs [...]
Tags: adventure, ambassador, newspaper, Russian, whisky
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Lord Likely was a renowned member of the English aristocracy in the Victorian era. Tales of his exhilarating, enthralling and highly erotic exploits were legendary, but only now have his own, personal diaries resurfaced (found in a branch of Help the Aged in Swindon), shedding light on the life of this extraordinary eccentric.
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