In my humble opinion, ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ is the M&S of erotic literature; it’s an overpriced, overrated and overexposed load of old bollocks.
The books have seemingly turned narrow-minded wives and girlfriends everywhere into gas mask wearing wannabes overnight; conversations about spank paddles and anal fisting have become commonplace in British society. Ooooh errr missus!?!
Personally, I find all this dreadfully amusing as it’s hypocrisy of the highest order?
Quite recently, I overheard a conversation (as you do) during my lunch break about a group of women who were discussing sex (as you do) and ridiculing “weirdo’s” who went to ‘Torture Garden Events’ or those with an active interest in all things S&M.
Nowadays, the same bunch of old birds are absolutely raving about the idea of having their faces smacked repeatedly with a cock or being bound, gagged and violated with a 20 inch black dildo. Mum’s not gone to Iceland, she’s gone to Ann Summers for cheap tat!
On the flip side, I also find it very amusing to spot a flustered looking woman doing her best to hide the cover of her copy whilst on public transport or in a cafe. Ahhhhh bless. I think she’d probably pass out from shock if someone grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bedroom!?!
I had a peek at the text online and found the content to be bloody tame if anything???? ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ pales in comparison to a Gilly Cooper or Mills and Boon Novel; quite frankly it isn’t even fit to lace up the basque of ‘Wuthering Heights’ either!! Now that’s classic filth!
Who’s the fucking daddy bitch, you cum-ridden cock loving tramp whore slut monkey? – Fifty Shades Of Antikrish.