50 shades of .... hot

For the memorial holiday I spent a week vacationing on Florida's forgotten coast (we like to be forgotten), more specifically on Cape San Blas.  While in paradise, I wiled away some of those days with the 50 Shades of Grey series ... sizzlin' hot hot hot ... and I'm not talking about the weather.   The weather was perfect considering Tropic Storm Beryl seemed a bit threatening.  Thankfully that storm mostly skirted around us.  Back to the book ... did I mention that in every other page the central characters were getting it on?  Call me Vanilla because I had no idea that people were actually into that kind of sexual activity.  While I probably had heard of it, I never gave it another thought, because I personally never encountered anyone who was into that sort of sexual activity.  I have to admit though, that the book piqued my interest (along with the interest of every other American woman who has read these books), so this week, I've been listening to various podcasts featuring BDSM (bondage & discipline) (sadism and masochism).  People who identify with this lifestyle have their own language and toys.  While I do believe I could enjoy some of their play techniques, I'm not sure I have the stamina or the pain threshold needed to go the distance.  However, if there was a real Christian Grey, and he was pursuing me, I think I could be persuaded to be tied up and flogged now and then (besides Pookie actually told me I was naughtier in bed than I thought I was.)  Hey Christian, if you or anyone like you exists, hit me up ... literally and figuratively.  Oh, and for all you other men out there ... you might want to learn a new trick or two.  I'm thinking bedroom expectations will soon increase by 150 percent.  

Laters baby,


Lickety Splitter



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