Fifty Sheds of Grey
Posted: 08 Nov 2013, 17:00The novel “Fifty Shades Of Grey” has seduced women – and baffled Blokes.
Now, Fifty Sheds Of Grey, offers a treat for the men.
The book's author Colin Grey recounts his love encounters at the bottom of the garden.
Here are some extracts...
Fifty "Sheds" Of Grey
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We tried various positions – round the back, on the side,
up against a wall. in the end we came to the conclusion
the bottom of the garden was the only place for a shed.
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She stood before me, trembling in my shed.
“I’m yours for the night,” she gasped, “You can do whatever you want with me.”
So I took her to the Garden Centre.
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She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently at first, then
Harder until finally. I moaned with pleasure.
Now for the other boot.
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Ever since she read THAT book, I’ve had to buy all kinds of ropes,
Chains and shackles. She still manages to get into the shed, though.
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“Put on this rubber suit and mask,” I instructed, calmly.
“Mmmm, kinky!” she purred.
“Yes,” I said, “You can’t be too careful with all that asbestos in the
Shed roof.”
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“I’m a very naughty girl,” she said, biting her lip. “I need to be
Punished.” So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend.
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“Harder!” she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. “Harder!”
“Okay,” I said. “What’s the gross national product of Nicaragua ?”
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I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window. Despite
My concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat.
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“Are you sure you can take the pain?” she demanded, brandishing Stilettos.
“I think so,” I gulped.
“Here we go, then,” she said, and showed me the receipt.
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“Hurt me!” she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my Workbench.
“Very well,” I replied. “You’ve got fat ankles and no dress sense.”
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“Are you sure you want this?” I asked. “When I’m done, you won’t be
Able to sit down for weeks.”
She nodded.
“Okay,” I said and put the three-piece suite up for sale on eBay.
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“Punish me!” she cried. “Make me suffer like only a real man can!”
“Very well,” I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.
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Now, Fifty Sheds Of Grey, offers a treat for the men.
The book's author Colin Grey recounts his love encounters at the bottom of the garden.
Here are some extracts...
Fifty "Sheds" Of Grey
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We tried various positions – round the back, on the side,
up against a wall. in the end we came to the conclusion
the bottom of the garden was the only place for a shed.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
She stood before me, trembling in my shed.
“I’m yours for the night,” she gasped, “You can do whatever you want with me.”
So I took her to the Garden Centre.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently at first, then
Harder until finally. I moaned with pleasure.
Now for the other boot.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Ever since she read THAT book, I’ve had to buy all kinds of ropes,
Chains and shackles. She still manages to get into the shed, though.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
“Put on this rubber suit and mask,” I instructed, calmly.
“Mmmm, kinky!” she purred.
“Yes,” I said, “You can’t be too careful with all that asbestos in the
Shed roof.”
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
“I’m a very naughty girl,” she said, biting her lip. “I need to be
Punished.” So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Harder!” she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. “Harder!”
“Okay,” I said. “What’s the gross national product of Nicaragua ?”
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window. Despite
My concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Are you sure you can take the pain?” she demanded, brandishing Stilettos.
“I think so,” I gulped.
“Here we go, then,” she said, and showed me the receipt.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Hurt me!” she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my Workbench.
“Very well,” I replied. “You’ve got fat ankles and no dress sense.”
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Are you sure you want this?” I asked. “When I’m done, you won’t be
Able to sit down for weeks.”
She nodded.
“Okay,” I said and put the three-piece suite up for sale on eBay.
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“Punish me!” she cried. “Make me suffer like only a real man can!”
“Very well,” I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.
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