This is for you guys...lol 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 good shed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ She stood before me, trembling in my shed. “Im yours for the night,” she gasped, “You can do whatever you want with me.” So I took her to Bunning’s. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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, Ive 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.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Im 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 Im done, you won’t be able to sit down for weeks.” She nodded. “Okay,” I said, putting the three-piece lounge 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.
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