Better Than 50 Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

Grey swells inside him and Seb groans, “Shit, Babe! How are you bigger?” Grey laughs, “Magic!” Seb nods, and Grey rocks his hips back, “Hold on to something, Sweetie. This is going to be a wild ride for you!” Seb grabs at the sheets and the headboard. Grey was right, he could feel the difference now. And it was fucking unbelievable. Seb comes, then rehardens and comes again. Fuck, he’s having multiple orgasms now! But Grey is relentless. Seb has never known sex like it, and never wants to know sex unlike it ever again. Seb whimpers,

“Okay! What about the other colors? We could do two or three. I don’t really mind either way, but I feel like two lighter colors would look better.” I nodded in agreement and flipped through more pages. “Here!” I exclaimed, showing him a page. “We could do a light yellow and grey with it.” Zarek wrinkled his nose. “I like the grey, but the yellow… it doesn’t feel right.” “What about this color?” I pointed to a peach shade, softer and less vibrant. “It seems like a good background color.” Zarek’s lips curled into a smile. “If we find flowers like this, they’d look so pretty with the green!” He paused, considering the grey again. “But could we do white instead of grey? The grey feels gloomy.”

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With trembling hands, I placed my glass down and replaced it with white paper, written in black. “This is truly 50 shades.” That was meant for me, but he heard it since he seemed to have the senses of an animal. I don’t know, a wolf maybe? If someone would tell me he was a werewolf, I would agree in an instant. “Except this is real, and Christian Grey is a fantasy.” He noted down, and I wanted to pinch myself to feel if it was really the way he said it, or if I was kind of trapped in some crazy world of rich billionaire, little naïve girl, the duo fall in love and run into the sunset together.

He immediately took a spoonful of macaroni and cheese into his mouth. I didn't bother to make any comments again and kept all thoughts to my self as we ate the rest of the dinner in silence. After clearing the table and tidying up the kitchen,we both assembled in the living room as we watched fifty shades of grey. I've seen this movie like fifty times but something about it keeps me intrigued. "Lame"Alex comments. "Huh?"I glare at him. "These romance movies are always lame, let's watch something better"He has definitely lost his mind.

but the staircase was shadowy and no one came out their door. I know! Wiggling a dark blue suit skirt in a shadowy staircase is hardly an act of emancipation. You can’t emancipate yourself when living in an outrageously-priced Wimbledon bedsit. Your life is so controlled by the rent, there is no strength left to be a rebel. And Victorian staircases are so utterly devoid of emotion, never mind eroticism. I could strip naked and pee on the landing and the cat would get the blame.

Angel herself felt as if her world had been turned upside down then shaken. She felt like one of those snow globes people buy at souvenir shops as if everything was up in the air, and slowly falling down. Everyone watched as Angel excused herself, they knew she’d had enough drama and change for one day. Angel made her way back to the penthouse in a fog, did that really, just happen? Did that man really, just choose a granddaughter he’d never met over a nephew he’d known his whole life? It amazed her that kind of love and devotion, that man had earned her respect and her loyalty without even trying.

I said firmly "That's too high—“ he retorted. I sneered, cutting him off. I glared at him. His eyes widened as he stared at mine. His insides began to shiver as I began to show him a glimpse of hell - the eternal torture and suffering. Lucky for him, it was just 5 seconds. He felt terrified and traumatized. I smirked at his reaction. His body continued to quiver before he spoke, "Stop! Stop! Alright, 50! If that's what you want."

'' *************************** I stood in the washroom trying to get rid of the stain Chloe left on my shirt when I caught a glimpse of my eyes. In the mirror, I realized my very grey eyes had even turned duller than usual. Tylor always complimented my eyes because it reminded him of almonds on a rainy day, his favourite nuts but I on the other hated them because they were just too grey. Such a sad colour. Why couldn't they be green like Tylor's. Sometimes people would stop me in the market and ask if I wore glasses or if I was blind. That was just the first of my insecurities.

Thankfully, I could think on my feet… or not, as the case might be. “I’ve watched Fifty Shades of Grey. It looks like fun. I’ve imagined myself in Anastasia’s place and I’m taking the next step. Whilst I may not know exactly what turns me on, my body’s booked two hours for you to experiment upon it. I’m sure you’ll figure something out, being as you’re the best there is.” I arched an eyebrow at him. He cracked the other claw of his lobster open, towards me, and juice splattered upon my face. Blinking furiously, my hands turned into two tight fists itching to wrap themselves around his neck, knowing he’d done it on purpose.