50 Sheds of Grey

[Bushmiller]

I often have trouble deciding where to place my threads. There are those of you have kindly offered advice. When it is physically possible I do consider it. This one held a dilemma for me. The "Shed Forum" or the "Woodies Jokes Forum?"

In the end it was a no brainer what with the combination of humour and woodies.



The novel “Fifty Shades Of Grey” has seduced women – and baffled blokes. Now, Fifty Sheds Of Grey, offers a treat for the men. The book has author Colin Grey recounting his love encounters at the bottom of the garden. Here are some extracts...

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.
“I’m 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, I’ve 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.”



“I’m 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 I’m done, you won’t be able to sit down for weeks.”
She nodded.
“Okay,” I said, putting the three-piece 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.

I have to point out that I have not read the book so I have no idea what they are talking about. I received this in an email and have merely forwarded it for consideration .

Regards
Paul

[AlexS]

"I can give you both unbelievable pain and immeasurable pleasure", she said, as she put on a Justin Bieber CD and started rubbing my back.

[artme]

[Bushmiller]

"I can give you both unbelievable pain and immeasurable pleasure", she said, as she put on a Justin Bieber CD and started rubbing my back.

Alex

Had to do a search on JB as I was unfamiliar with his work. Now I understand your comment
.

It's times like this I curse the internet, because without it he would have remained in obscurity .

Regards
Paul

[fenderbelly]

Alex

Had to do a search on JB as I was unfamiliar with his work. Now I understand your comment
.

It's times like this I curse the internet, because without it he would have remained in obscurity .

Regards
Paul

Proper place for him

[hybridfiat]

Alex

Had to do a search on JB as I was unfamiliar with his work. Now I understand your comment
.

It's times like this I curse the internet, because without it he would have remained in obscurity .

Regards
Paul

Thanks to the interweb I now know where Obscurity is...it is a small island off the coast of America