50 sheds of grey...

We found this book on a Portobello stall, of course. Have you read the description? It's a stonker:

'Hurt me!' she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over the workbench.

'Very well,' I replied, 'You've got fat ankles and no dress sense.'

Colin Grey's life was happy and simple until the day everything changed - the day his wife read THAT book. Suddenly, he was thrust head-first into a dark, illicit world of pleasure and pain. This is the story of one man's struggle against a tide of tempestuous, erotic desire and of the greatest love of all: the love between a man and his shed.

WARNING: This book contains graphic shed-based images. Please don't look if you are easily offended.

We love.

We found this book on a Portobello stall, of course. Have you read the description? It's a stonker:

'Hurt me!' she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over the workbench.

'Very well,' I replied, 'You've got fat ankles and no dress sense.'

Colin Grey's life was happy and simple until the day everything changed - the day his wife read THAT book. Suddenly, he was thrust head-first into a dark, illicit world of pleasure and pain. This is the story of one man's struggle against a tide of tempestuous, erotic desire and of the greatest love of all: the love between a man and his shed.

WARNING: This book contains graphic shed-based images. Please don't look if you are easily offended.

We love.