50 Sheds Of Grey

The novel “Fifty Shades Of Grey” has seduced women - and baffled blokes.

Now we have Fifty Sheds Of Grey, which offers a treat for the men. The

book has author Colin Grey recounting his encounters at the bottom of the

garden. Here are some extracts…



Fifty Sheds Of Grey



We tried various positions - round the back, on the side, up against a

wall…but 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 pub.



She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently at first, then

harder until finally it came.

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 a fat arse 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, putting the three-piece suite on eBay.



“Punish me!” she cried. “Make me suffer like only a real man can!”

“Very well,” I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.



“Pleasure and pain can be experienced simultaneously,” she said, gently

massaging my back as we listened to her Cliff Richard CD.

Touché...hysterical...he will make millions

Ouch :)