WARNING: This post is for peeps reading the Fifty Shades series of “adult” novels… it is most certainly not for my parents my in-laws or anyone who does not want to hear me talk about sex! Just sayin’.
Ok, so I’m on the bandwagon. Yes, you people with all your oohing and ahhhing and “Oh, Mr. Grey-ing.” And your running to the nearest Pleasure Chest Sex Emporium – have got me reading Fifty Shades of Grey. Here’s what I have realized from reading the first two installments of the Fifty series: I may start calling my vagina “my sex,” I find the sound of ripping foil erotic, and I don’t have a very hot sex life! Continue reading