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Laura Antoniou, author of The Marketplace series of BDSM erotica, posted a parody of “50 Shades of Grey” last night.  Beverage spew alert – don’t be drinking while reading this.

Like. O. M. G. There he was, so freaking hot. In his leather pants from Dolce and Gabanna and his black silk shirt and really expensive black tie and black jacket and black diamond stick pin through the really expensive black tie and his ink black hair and jet black eyes and his big feet in big, black boots, oh, he was so into black.

“you’re Tiffany,” he murmured as he leaned in toward her, gracefully looking at her plunging cleavage, and her heaving alabaster breasts.

He was so tall! Even with her lithe 5’7″ frame enhanced by those 4″ heels, he was at least a foot taller! And his piercing black eyes pierced her to her very soul.

“I…I…” Tiffany stammered, letting her booze popsicle drip, drip, drip down her hand to splat, splat, splat on the floor. She bit her full, ruby red lips in luscious lasciviousness.

“I’m disgustingly rich and dominant,” he sneered dominantly. “you will be Mine!”

“Oh, wow,” Tiffany seized. “Um. Wow. OK. Sure. What does that mean, exactly?”

“I have a checklist!” he said triumphantly, while texting an URL to her. “Go to My Web Page and fill it out, and tell Me whether you like, dislike, or are neutral about the 300 activities and fetishes listed there, and whether you’ve done them before and with whom, and what you thought about it, and then rate them on a scale of 1-10 on whether you’d like to do it now, tomorrow, next week, or after the Mayan Apocalypse.”

“Um,” Tiffany coughed out, a delicate flush gathering on her porcelain features, her beautiful, full lips, her high, sculpted cheekbones, her delicately feathered eyebrows and her oh-so-cute upturned nose. “But I’m sure I haven’t done anything on your list at all! Despite being an adult in 2012, working at your huge corporation and having been through some form of schooling, I am still completely virginal and know nothing at all about kinky sex! I am beautiful, though.”

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Happy Bloomsday

by Viviane on 06/16/2025

in Joyce

. . .the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

Happy Bloomsday. A lengthy preview of Ulysses is on Google Books.

Queen Elizabeth I (people tend to forget the Virgin Queen was as good a poet as she was speech maker)

Jane Austen

Emily Dickinson

Henry James (furious controversy about this – but there is general belief that an unfortunate household accident to the crotch area early in life did for him in the sex department)

Gerard Manley Hopkins

EM Forster (no full sex experience until his late 30s, by which time all his major fiction was written)

George Bernard Shaw

WB Yeats (virtually celibate until his 30s)

Anne Widdicombe (the only self proclaimed virgin in the Lower House and the author of more novels than any other MP)

Oh, I almost forgot - Christina Rossetti, the poet muse of the PRB.

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