Of Swords and Sex
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In 1870, the winds of imminent war were blowing through Europe. By summer, the armies of the Second French Empire and the North German Confederation would clash in a conflict that would turn the tide of power on the Old Continent. The fight of steel and gunpowder would spread over land and sea, blood watering the fields of Weissenburg and Wörth, of Gravelotte and Sedan until the fall of Paris.
That is what the history books tell us. However, another war reached Paris months before Napoleon III declared war on Bismarck, a war you won’t find in any book. A war told only in whispers, in nights where only a few candles flicker; a war that men can only dream of, a secret war where two women such as there had never been in centuries in Europe fought each other out of pride, hatred and fascination.
This is the story of Dominique Beaumont and Francesca Bellini, Parisian and Florentine, redhead and brunette, the woman and the woman. This is the story that proved that, in the end, among women it’s all about pussy fighting.
That is what the history books tell us. However, another war reached Paris months before Napoleon III declared war on Bismarck, a war you won’t find in any book. A war told only in whispers, in nights where only a few candles flicker; a war that men can only dream of, a secret war where two women such as there had never been in centuries in Europe fought each other out of pride, hatred and fascination.
This is the story of Dominique Beaumont and Francesca Bellini, Parisian and Florentine, redhead and brunette, the woman and the woman. This is the story that proved that, in the end, among women it’s all about pussy fighting.