“She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently, then harder until finally it came. I moaned with pleasure. Now for the other boot . . .”
Colin Grey’s life was happy and simple, until the day everything changed—the day his wife read that book. Suddenly, he was thrust headfirst into a dark, illicit world of pleasure and pain. This is what happens when a tide of tempestuous, erotic desire invades man’s last place of privacy: his backyard shed.
WARNING: Fifty Sheds of Grey contains fifty graphic shed-based images. Please do not look if you are easily offended.
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'I keep telling you, Olivia, call me Colin. Mr Grey sounds so formal. Now, what is it?'
'There's someone down here in the lobby, Mr Grey. She says she needs to see you. She says it's urgent.'
I bite my lip, pensively. She? It must be a woman.
'What's her name? Does she have an appointment?'
'No, Mr Grey, and she won't tell me her name, but she's very insistent. She says she knows you.'
I gaze out of the twentieth-floor window at the vast, sprawling metropolis from behind my vast, sprawling desk and frown.
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