I confess, I...like every 3rd woman on the planet, have indulged in the Fifty Shades trilogy.
I don't have much to say about the story it's self. Essentially it is a very poorly written series about a young and unassuming girl who meets a rich, good-looking guy who owns his own company, can make girls come on demand and of course has a huge package ( or "impressive length" as the book describes it ).
This book has no sense of reality to it and and I'd hate it if I didn't love the absurdity of it. But since I swore an oath to myself to be honest and open about such matter, I admit that about halfway through the second book I noticed that things in my own bedroom had gotten a little more interesting. Which made me wonder...is a little smut ok?
Anyone who has been married any significant amount of time can feel my pain when I say that things have gotten a little ho-hum. Gone are those early days of cutsey outfits, massages, candles, Maxwell's Pretty Wings. (Oh, and freshly shaven legs.)
Now it's more along the lines of this:
me: I'm tired, are you tired?
him: Not too tired. Why? You want to do it?
me: I guess we can.
I was raised in a christian home, was a total youth group kid, went to a christian university and still attend church today on a regular basis and I was always taught that porn was wrong and I don't know..maybe it really is a slippery slope and my confession is that I feel bad that I don't feel bad about bringing it into my bedroom. Maybe I'm too naive and this thing is going to come back and bite me in the butt down the road but we have on occasion used porn to bring a new element to our relationship...is that so wrong?
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