Feelings are just butterflies or if they really mean something more than that.
Or as I should call it, How 50 Shades of Grey ruined my sex life. That’s right. I said ruined. I know, I know- you’re like, ‘WTF FRUG, you were all gushing about it in your music video‘. Yeah, well, that was back then. Now, unless my husband reads those books, (has any guy read them?) or any other middle aged-mom-soft porn, I can forget getting hot and heavy like Ana and Christian did. My husband will never look at me with smoldering eyes, fingering one of his silk ties in his hands, while he strolls on over to me wearing ripped up jeans and carrying a riding crop, telling me to ‘hold still’. Our idea of kinky is when one of us gets a neck cramp during ‘relations’.
Who the fuck has time for hot sex anymore? I’m talking monogamous, happily married, tear off each other’s clothes…
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