50 Shades Fans Frustrated, But Not Sexually

It was announced back in January that there would be a movie made based off the ridiculously popular erotic book “50 Shades of Grey.”

I have to let you know before diving into this that I have not read it. but I have a pretty good idea what the book is about from everyone everywhere. Friends of mine that were excited by it, friends that were bored by it. Some that used it as a checklist of things to try later.

If you have no clue what I’m talking about, let me copy and paste from wikipedia:

Fifty Shades of Grey is a 2011 erotic romance novel by British author E. L. James. It is the first instalment in the Fifty Shades trilogy that traces the deepening relationship between a college graduate, Anastasia Steele, and a young business magnate, Christian Grey. It is notable for its explicitly erotic scenes featuring elements of sexual practices involving bondage/discipline, dominance/submission, and sadism/masochism (BDSM).

 

The pic will take you to the author's dungeo- I mean, website. Just his website.

The pic will take you to the author’s dungeo- I mean, website. Just his website.

The movie has been announced, but precious little has been said about what’s going on with it. All the entertainment publications are speculating on who’s going to get cast for which role. The producers are keeping their lips tighter than a virgin on her wedding night.

Honey, if you made it this far, I totally get to make that joke. Don’t feign shock and horror. You know you want it. Take it. Explore your comedy kinks.

It’s good for you.

A recent study shows that people who practiced BDSM were more likely to be psychologically healthier than “vanilla” people, or people who didn’t tie each other down and whip each other with  wet noodles.

How else do you know when the spaghetti’s done?

There is a lot of speculation as to why this is. The most popular seems to be that people who are honest about their fantasies are less likely to lie to themselves and others about other things going on in their lives. That doesn’t mean all vanilla people are liars. But it’s much more likely that a person will lie and say they don’t want to have hot wax dripped all over them to avoid judgement than a person will lie to say that they do and avoid… being called a wimp, maybe?

Regardless of the whys, it seems E L James getting people talking about BDSM might in fact be helping us to a healthier society.

Unlike those movie producers. They’re purposefully keeping us in the dark. Blindfolded, even. Not letting us know where they’re going to hit us next. I’m sure everyone working on that movie is working under a gag order. Their hands are tied. The tension over this is just building over time, just keeping us waiting in total anticipation, until the moment comes for that ultimate release.

Of movie details.

Turtle Home Sex Video

Turtles love to have sex. And it’s creepy.

I mean, who doesn’t, right? Here’s the thing about turtles… they love to have sex so much, they are completely indiscriminate over who, or even WHAT they have sex with. They’ll just hobble right over and start humping.

Exhibit A: Sex with a ball-

Actually having a ball.

Exhibit B: Sex with a pot-

What’s cooking?

Exhibit C: A pile of logs-

Got Wood?

Exhibit D: Sex with what I think is a folded up bed sheet-

You’re supposed to do it *under* the covers, turtle!

Exhibit C: Sex with a boxing glove-

Ironically, that is not a boxing turtle.

The most common object of a turtle’s affection? The shoe.

They’re shoe fetishists, the lot of them. But that’s not the creepiest thing about turtle sex. Neither is the sound, which, if you can listen to the embedded videos, sounds like a bunch of delicate Japanese animated porn girls. Juxtaposed with with the hard shell and old man face on a turtle, it’s pretty creepy.

No. The creepiest part of turtles having sex is the face.
funny-happy-turtle-dude-sex-pics

That’s not a one off. That is how turtles look having sex ALL THE TIME. It’s that same look that the awkward guy at the party makes after delivering a horrible joke, something supposed to be innuendo, but to blatant to actually be innuendo, but he thinks he’s clever, so he makes that “hey, do you get it? Eh? Eh?” face.

Yes turtle. We get it. You’re having sex. Well done.

I bring up turtle sex because in the news, two turtles tragically died while having sex. They were going at it, knocked over the heat lamp, which caught some wood chips on fire, burning down a personal conservatory and garage, along with the sex-craved turtles.

I bet the poor things lit up like candles. You know… ’cause turtle wax.

Eh? Eh? Get it? Eh?

Road Head

I’ve been toying with the idea of different things I can do from home to supplement our income. I think we’re actually doing alright, but I have this itch to make money. Like I need to start setting aside extra for the upcoming winter. Squirrels are getting fat… It’s gonna be a hard one.

Anyway, quick quiz. Which of the following have I NOT contemplated doing for extra income:

  1. Part time work from home remotely.
  2. Crafting items to sell on-line and at craft shows.
  3. Offering tech support and computer repair locally.
  4. Flagging down cars and offering a strip tease.

Okay, I lied. I’ve contemplated all of these. I mean, I only contemplated the strip tease thing briefly after reading about a woman arrested for flagging down cars and offering a strip tease for cash, but it did cross my mind. I mean, it’s like when someone says “don’t think about Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Regan having sex,” and then you picture it, even though you didn’t want to and now you can’t unthink it.

I got some foreign relations for you in my pants.

Anyway, I say good for this woman. Very entrepreneurial of her. Way to make a business out of limited resources. I mean, we all know sex sells. If we want to play stereotypes (in a comedy blog? GASP), men love the sex. Rumor has it that’s all they think about. Sex, and maybe cars. And if a guy’s already in a car, his next thought is probably sex. AMIRIGHT?!??

Whatever you want to say about stereotyping guys, this entrepreneur and this blogger aren’t the only ones to do so. In Maylasia, a car wash offered free sex after your tenth car wash.

Hey- can I get the express wash with a happy ending?

The car wash had partnered with a local “massage parlor.” The wash had a punch card-like system, and once you hit your 10th car wash, you could exchange it at the “massage parlor” for sex. The article states that police had done a raid and “many” of the the customers had reward cards.

What? That car wash was the best in town! They had a hot wax option, great buffers, and really knew how to clean out the under-carriage.

Sexy Sex Blog: Where Sexy People Talk Sexily About Sex

I was searching through the craigslist want ads searching for that coveted “Videogame Tester / Candy Taster” job that I always seem to just miss when I saw an ad that said “Top Bloggers / Writers Needed”.


Well, I’m a blogger / writer. Whether or not I’m top is a matter of opinion and my opinion says yes so let’s read on.


“Currently looking to add two quality bloggers/writers to our already growing staff! ConverSextion is a tasteful site based out of Chicago for adults to openly talk about dating, sex, and romance. All applicants must provide at least one sample of their work. For more information or to apply please visit www.ConverSextion.com. Pay is per story.

Compensation: $15-$25
Principals only. Recruiters, please don’t contact this job poster.
Please, no phone calls about this job!
Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.”


Well now we have a problem. I think everybody knows I’m a virgin. I’m not ashamed of it. Jena said that we should wait until our 10th anniversary to have sex so it will be special and I agree. I just need to make up a sexy story. Shouldn’t be too hard. Let’s do this. I shall write the story in italics because everybody knows it’s the sexiest typeface.


I’ll never forget that time I had sex with this girl. She was so sexy. I saw her at this hip singles bar I hang out at with my friends. There’s always a ton of girls there who love to have sex. She looked at me with her eyes in a sexy way. The kind of way that says “we should totally have sex. Not right now, though because we’re in public and that would be weird. We should hang out for a little, have a conversation and then leave and have sex at your place or my place. My place is kind of messy, though, and I have a cat so if you’re allergic and don’t have any Claritin on you we should probably have sex at your place. However, if you’re not allergic and don’t mind some laundry on the floor we should go to my place because I only live like a block from here and have a really comfortable bed. It was on sale. Normally you’d pay $500 for a mattress like this but I got the mattress and box frame for $300. They even delivered it for free.”



I’d seen that look a million times.



I walked up to her and offered to buy her a drink. She accepted and I asked the bartender for a Sex on the Beach and then gave her a look to convey that although the drink on it’s own is tasty, I ordered it to express sexual intentions. The bartender brought her the drink and I paid for it, tipping generously to show that I have a lot of disposable income and because he brought it pretty fast even though there were a lot of people ordering drinks.


We talked about various sexy things. Edible panties, flavored lubricants and fuzzy handcuffs. After a few minutes of sexy conversation with the bartender I thanked him for his time but suggested he get back to serving other people. I then turned my attention to the girl and talked with her for a while. She thanked me for the drink and said that most guys don’t usually do that sort of thing for girls. I told her that I wasn’t like most guys and then suggested we head someplace a little more private, like a bedroom.



We had so much sex that night. It lasted for hours. Just when I thought “there’s no way we could have any more sex” we had a bunch more sex. Our bodies mashed together nakidly and we sexed each other until we were completely unable to have any more sex.



The next morning we had some sex and then parted ways. She had her life to live and I had mine. She asked if she’d ever see me again and I told her that maybe she would. She then asked that if she saw me, could we have sex?



I looked into her sexy eyes and said “totally”.

Wish me luck in my new career as a sex story blogger!