“His eyes widen, filled with wonder and lust. It’s a heady mix. I swallow instinctively. His hand moves down to my behind. He pulls me sharply against him, against his xxxx.”
Just your average night out for little ol’ Busty.
But, just in case you don’t recognise this passage, I have to admit us girls are really getting into that 50 Shades of Grey trilogy. I gobbled the first book in hours, the second slipped down very nicely and am now going hammer and tongs at the third.
I know you might find this hard to believe but apparently it’s selling even faster than Drayton Bird’s right riveting read ‘Commonsense Direct Marketing’.
Must remind Drayton to put a bit of bondage in the next edition…that stuff shifts units.
And, from what I can make out, that Mr Grey is well fit; he’s even got a helicopter, which makes him so much more attractive.
Not that I’m that bothered to be honest, Mr Grey can keep his leathers and chains as I’ve now got my very own secret millionaire. And there’s no way my new fella is going to get me into BDSM either. I don’t care how much money he’s got, the only whipping he gets to do is whipping out his wallet once a week to buy me huge presents.
This week he claims he’s pulled out all the stops to get me tickets to tonight’s 2012 Olympic Games opening ceremony. However, he can’t sit with me, because he’s going with his wife, so I’ve got to sit with Coke – and I don’t mean the stuff you stick up your nose either.
Bah. Imagine how tedious it will be sitting with a bunch of yanks all talking about how great their bloody company is and how they are going to win all the gold medals.
Mind you, as they say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And, just to prove it, I’ve hatched a plan to take along one of my ex-boyfriends who works on the Pepsi below-the-line account, a neat bit of guerrilla marketing if there ever was one.
And little does the lucky bloke realise but just as Danny Boyle’s extravaganza reaches its climax I’m going to strip off down to my Pepsi-branded underwear and give him the best “lip-smacking-thirst-quenching-ace-tasting-motivating-good-buzzing-cool-talking-high-walking-fast-living-ever-giving-cool-fizzing” Busty Bonus he’s ever had.
If that doesn’t get the Games off to a bang – and teach my millionaire man the folly of putting his wife first – nothing will…
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