Oui, c’est le jour de la Bastille, la journée nationale en France! Hourra! Vive la domination féminine!
The day the we celebrate the core French values of liberty, equality and fraternity – all three of them contrary to much of the material published in this blog, it’s true, but stirring and inspiring nonethless. As a Brit, resident in France and stubbornly hanging on despite Brexit (stubbornness is in my nature, despite vigorous attempts by highly skilled ladies to break me of the habit permanently), I feel compelled to pay my respects to the glory that is France and the gifts that great nation has brought to the world in the only way I know how: publishing porn.
Celebrated this day here before, once.
So, a selection of captioned images with at least some tenuous connection to La Belle France. Mostly published before, so there will be a proper post with five new ones tomorrow. Would I let you down?
And, look, chaps, if you want me publish a similar celebration of the jolly old national day of celebration in Blighty, you’re going to have to wait until they dashed well invent one, aren’t you? I’m not celebrating the bally King’s birthday, official or otherwise. Trafalgar Day… that would work. Celebrate rum, sodomy and the lash… I’m afraid I don’t personally drink rum but two out of three ain’t bad. Perhaps if they ever put Penny in charge, hmm?
More in this vein here.
Oh, and there’s this for sissy types, or anyone who loves frou-frou skirts.
And unlike M. Guillotine’s crude device which can only be set where the blade always cuts at the same position, mine can be set to excise at any length where I desire – but of course there is still a wicker basket to catch whatever is chopped off.
That sounds very sophisticated, Melissa. And a great advantage of having an adjustable mini-guillotine, is that it doesn’t all have to be over in one go but instead can celebrate that great French tradition of saucisse tranchée, sometimes called ‘salami slicing’.
Best wishes
S