A confession

OK in the interest of honesty one has a small confession... when everyone's back was turned one snuck off to read the last book in the "Fifty Shades of Grey" trilogy. Yes one did say that a safeword was going to be invoked... but a mad compulsion drove one back. See there is a deep and abiding hatred of unfinished sets of things... uneven cutlery gnaws away quietly until it can be stood no longer.

The book sat there on the Kindle daring one to go back... promising to be better than the last two. And all those women can't be wrong. It must have some merit surely? Somewhere, somehow all that faith must have been repaid. All that vicious defence on Fet must be warranted...

Well for the record...

No, it was not!

It was even worse drek than the first two... if that was possible. All the clichés it stepped into before were there, only worse. She saved him from his affliction by becoming a little grey herself. Umm... he was deeply traumatised... what's your excuse toots?

Gah one feels so dirty...

And he still didn't fuck her in the arse... which is ironic because the books have done that to everyone else L