<div class="bbWrapper">The novel “Fifty Shades of Grey” has seduced women – and baffled blokes. <br />
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Now, Fifty Sheds of Grey, offers a treat for the men. <br />
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The book's author Colin Grey recounts his love encounters at the bottom of the garden. Here are some extracts...<br />
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Fifty "Sheds" Of Grey<br />
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We tried various positions – round the back, on the side, up against a wall. <br />
But in the end we came to the conclusion the bottom of the garden was the only place for a good shed.<br />
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She stood before me, trembling in my shed.<br />
“I'm yours for the night,” she gasped, “You can do whatever you want with me.” <br />
So I took her to Bunning’s.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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“Put on this rubber suit and mask,” I instructed, calmly. <br />
“Mmmm, kinky!” she purred. <br />
“Yes,” I said, “You can’t be too careful with all that asbestos in the shed roof.”<br />
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“I'm a very naughty girl,” she said, biting her lip. “I need to be punished.” <br />
So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend.<br />
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“Harder!” she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. “Harder!” <br />
“Okay,” I said. “What’s the gross national product of Nicaragua?”<br />
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I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window. Despite my concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat.<br />
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“Are you sure you can take the pain?” she demanded, brandishing stilettos. <br />
“I think so,” I gulped. <br />
“Here we go, then,” she said, and showed me the receipt.<br />
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“Hurt me!” she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my workbench. <br />
“Very well,” I replied. “You’ve got fat ankles and no dress sense.”<br />
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“Are you sure you want this?” I asked. “When I'm done, you won’t be able to sit down for weeks.” She nodded. <br />
“Okay,” I said, putting the three-piece lounge suite on eBay.<br />
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“Punish me!” she cried. “Make me suffer like only a real man can!” <br />
“Very well,” I replied, leaving the toilet seat up</div>