one shade of grey…

Dear diablog,

Pete, Iren


and I (with the occasional interjection from Engine Room and Smiles)


have discussed various aspects of the ’50 Shades of Grey’ book – which by the way has only been read by one of the above in its entirety!



has come up with a completely different angle. She writes:

At some point in a man’s life it comes down to this:

Four guys have been going to the same lake for a fishing trip at the same time for many years.

On the day before the group is due to leave, Ron’s wife puts her foot down and tells him he isn’t going. Ron’s mates are very upset that he can’t go, but what can they do.

Two days into the trip the three mates return to the camping site to find Ron sitting there with a tent set up, firewood gathered, and dinner cooking on the fire.

“Shit Ron, how long you been here? How the hell did you talk your missus into letting you go ?”

He replied “Well, I’ve been here since last night. After dinner at home yesterday evening, I was sitting in my chair and my wife came up behind me and put her hands over my eyes and said, ‘Guess who ?”

I wrenched her hands from my face to see that she was wearing very sexy brand new red lingerie. She said she had been reading ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ and heck she had a devilish look in her eyes!!!

She took my hand and led me to our bedroom. The room was perfumed and had candles and rose petals all over. On the bed were handcuffs, a blindfold and ropes!

She told me to tie her up, put on her the blindfold and cuff her firmly to the bed, so I did.

And then she said, “Do anything and whatever you want.”

So . . . . here I am !

Why didn’t I think of that?

Yours, diablog,  sore all over