Spoof gives Fifty Shades a good Thrashing

Have you heard of the book Fifty Sheds of Grey?

One of P's brothers' staff had it given to him for Christmas. I was curious when I saw the title so asked could I take a look.

Fifty Sheds of Grey is a spoof of Fifty Shades of Grey, and had been out-selling the original in the run up to Christmas. 

Written under the pseudonym - Colin Trevor Grey. Grey's life was happy and simple until that day everything changed - the day his wife read THAT book. Suddenly, he was thrust head first in to a dark, illicit world of pleasure and pain. This is one mans story of the struggle against a tide of tempestuous, erotic desire and the greatest love of all: the love between an man and his shed. 

The book was spawned from a Twitter account that exchanged cheeky sadomasochism puns relating to sheds and gardening. He said "I write my Twitter account alone in my shed. It’s the only place I can get a moment’s peace – at least it was."  

Here's a few of the Tweets.  They'll either make you smile or groan.....

I was excited but nervous. I'd finally been accepted into the BDSM community - Builders, Decorators and Shed Maintenance.

"Happy birthday," she said placing a riding crop in my hand and lowering her skirt, "Today's your lucky day." I couldn't believe it - I was getting a pony.

"Punish me!" she cried. "Make me suffer like only a real man can!" "Very well," I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.

"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.

After several hours of being subjected to the cane, my buttocks were sore and red. But that's garden furniture for you.

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.

From that first encounter I was hooked - I just couldn't get enough of SandM (short for sheds and mowers)

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked
"When I'm done you wont be able to sit down for weeks."
She nodded. "Okay", I said, putting the three piece suite on eBay.

Hurt me! she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over the workbench.
Very well, I replied, You've got fat ankles and no dress sense.

Some nice pictures of sheds in the book:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx