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| Elizabeth II at her finest. |
Imagine the queen. Imagine her knickers. Not exactly an awe
inspiring sight, is it? Not to alienate those among you with a granny fetish, if
that’s what floats your boat you could do worse than royalty. Although, I’m
under the impression her hair is moulded to her head, so no funny sex hair to
be found in your illicit love affair with her.
Now, imagine her in a black corset? DON’T PANIC.
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| We told you, she was hot. |
If you imagined our dearest Elizabeth as she looks currently
in a black corset there’s something wrong with you. “The queen? In a corset??” I hear you cry?
Actually it’s a very distinct possibility; she was/is straight laced in both
senses of the word.
Her official underpinnings supplier, Rigby and Peller, is
also well known as a corsetiere. Perhaps not the see-through lace erotic
affairs we see in Ann Summers these days, but a small hint at the forbidden
realms of bondage. Which is exactly why the queen, during her sex symbol days,
is the perfect mascot for homojournals idealistic view of England. As described by Mel in this post:
“But isn't England all about stiff upper lip and restraint?
Handcuffs and gags... illusions and role play, disguise and spies. Fucking
outside in the rain...eloquent dirty talk and the corruption of those posh
totties?”
Go out loyal readers, make this dream a reality, there’s
rain forecasted for the whole week, do us proud.
Todostrieb
