Post by meldrew on Nov 19, 2012 16:45:05 GMT 1
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.
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> 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 B&Q
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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.
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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.
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> "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."
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> "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.
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> "Harder!" she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. "Harder!"
> "Okay," I said. "What's the capital of Nicaragua?"
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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.
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> "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.
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> "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."
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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.
> "Okay," I said, putting the three-piece suite on eBay.
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> "Punish me!" she cried. "Make me suffer like only a real man can!"
> "Very well," I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.
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>
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> "Pleasure and pain can be experienced simultaneously," she said, gently
> massaging my back as we listened to her Coldplay CD
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 B&Q
>
> 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 capital 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.
>
>
>
> "Pleasure and pain can be experienced simultaneously," she said, gently
> massaging my back as we listened to her Coldplay CD
