Look, for my wife, I was trying to read Fifty Shades of Grey. I couldn’t get past page 50. She implored me to at least make it to the sex parts, but I just couldn’t do it.
I’m a man, I get off on actually seeing the tits and pussy, not imagining it.
I only used my imagination when I first hit puberty and the Sears catalog was all I had at my disposal to jerk off to. Thankfully, those days are long gone.
I honestly tried, but within those first 50 pages, I think there were at least 30 references to Grey’s “long index finger.”
So, I’m guessing he either has a gigantic dong or the author is playing some sadistic trick. Either way, I couldn’t stick around to find out.
For me it was boring and smelled suspiciously of a Lifetime Channel movie of the week.
To my wife; I still love you, but I just couldn’t do it.
To all the other women out there like my wife who enjoy the book; have fun with that. I too can’t wait until some movie producer hijacks the Twilight cast to act out this steamy, fuck-fest for everyone to see on the big screen. Now that I will watch.
Anyway, I just started reading God’s Lunatics by Michael Largo and it appears to be fascinating.
Just my two cents for the day.