Time is relative. When you’re a kid, the days and years seem like they are moving slower than a slug. Then when you finally reach the magic age that marks adulthood time speeds up until you suddenly find your kids are old and so are you.
It happens to us all. I swear yesterday was January 1st, and now I’m looking at frozen turkeys and glittery decorations in all the stores. How did that happen? Anyway, this is the season to reflect on the previous months and the trends that caught everyone’s attention.
In the publishing world, there couldn’t possibly any doubt as to what book has had the greatest influence on the industry this year. I wish I could report that it was one of mine, but alas, that isn’t the case. The Fifty Shades of Gray trilogy has not only whipped the publishing world into a frenzy (Pardon the pun), but has extended its reach into all areas of our lives.
It’s the Fifty Phenomenon. There’s no need to voice the entire title. Just say fifty, and everyone knows what you’re talking about. We’ve added the term BDSM to our lexicon. Businesses selling everything from hardware to lingerie have benefitted from the popularity of the books and women all over the world have been inspired to spank some life back into their lackluster sex lives – even if their partners aren’t so inclined.
Recently, one British woman thought to do the same. According to news reports, she read the books then went out and bought some ‘marital aids’ (My words, not hers) and asked her husband to use them – on her. Her hubby was not inclined to that sort of sexual activity and declined to participate. So she divorced him, citing unreasonable behavior as her reason.
It’s tales like that one that will cement two-thousand and twelve in pop culture history as two-thousand fifty and twelve.
But long before that story made the news, I wrote a similar scenario into the second book of my Mustangs Baseball series, GOING DEEP. Only in my version, it’s the guy who wants to give the kinky sex a try and the woman who safe words out of the relationship.
So…how has the Fifty Phenomenon touched your life?
Here’s a short excerpt from GOING DEEP.
Jason’s girlfriend has left him and his teammate has coaxed the story out of him.
“What are you, some kind of shrink?”
“No, but I do want to win. And the Mustangs need you to start hitting. If I have to listen to your sad tale, then I’ll take it for the team.”
“Okay, but if you tell another soul I’ll use your head for batting practice and smile while I do it.”
Todd raised both hands in surrender. “I don’t doubt that for a minute. My lips are sealed, compadre. Now, tell me what happened.”
Jason glanced around the cavernous basement below the stadium to make sure none of the other team members were around. Assured they were alone, Jason began, “You know that book, the one everyone’s talking about? The one all the women are reading and saying it’s making them horny?”
“Yeah. What about it?”
“Well, Stacey bought a copy. We’d had some awesome morning sex, and I didn’t have to be at the field for a few hours, so we were just chillin’, you know?”
“Well, after breakfast, she picked the book up again — man, she couldn’t put it down. I swear, every time I saw her for days she had that book in her hands.”
Todd nodded, and Jason continued. “I asked her what was so interesting about it, and she started reading me some of the sexy parts. We laughed about a couple of them, and then she read this one where the guy handcuffed the woman and did some kinky stuff to her. It was hot, I’m telling you. Anyway, I said I wouldn’t mind doing some of those things to her.”
“She looked at me like I’d turned into some kind of monster. She couldn’t believe I’d even think of doing those things to a woman, much less her.”
“What did you do?”
“I told her I wasn’t going to do anything she didn’t want to do, and she should have known that.” Jason shook his head. Stacey’s behavior still didn’t make any sense to him. “Anyway, the next thing I know, I get a Dear Jason text. A text. We were in Atlanta and went from there to Cincinnati.”
“I remember that trip,” Todd said. “I didn’t have a single hit against the Braves.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t much better,” Jason said with a sneer. “By the time I got home, she’d cleared out of our place.”
“Had you ever asked her to try any of the things in the book, or done any of them without her permission?”
“No! I’d never force a woman to do anything she didn’t want to do. And honestly, I’ve never had to.”
“Your charisma aside, was there anything else she said?”
“Just that I was too demanding. That it’s always my way in bed, never her way. Shit! I asked her all the time to tell me what she liked.” He raked his fingers through his hair. Now that he’d started talking, he couldn’t stop. His frustration poured out faster than fans scurrying from the stadium when the home team was losing by a dozen runs.
“She said she didn’t like the way I tried to take care of her, as though she couldn’t take care of herself. It sounded like a bunch of women’s lib shit to me. You know. She said she could pump her own gas, and she didn’t want me ordering for her at restaurants. I’d call to check on her when I was out of town, just to make sure she was okay. I thought I was being considerate, but she said I was smothering her. And then the kinky sex thing…she said that scared her.”
When he finally wound down, it was as though the concrete walls had absorbed all the sound. The silence was deafening. Aware that Todd hadn’t said anything, Jason dared to look at his confessor. He didn’t like the way his friend eyed him.
“What?” Jason asked.
“Do you want to do those things to a woman? Really, want to do those things, or was it just some fantasy?”
Jason nodded. “Yeah, I think I’d like that. You know, calling all the shots, having a woman at my mercy. Willingly. I’d only do it if they wanted it, too. Stacey had to know that.”
Todd stood. “You have plans tonight?”
The abrupt change of subject caught him off guard. “No. Just gonna watch some TV, maybe have a few beers. Why?”
“I want to show you something.” He pulled a team notebook out of the bag he’d crammed underneath the bench. He scribbled something, tore out the page, and folded it in half before handing it to Jason. “Meet me at that address around nine. Dress casual.”
Damn, he didn’t feel like going out. “Thanks.”
“Sure.” Todd grabbed his duffel and left.
He hoped Todd wasn’t going to try to fix him up with some bimbo. The last thing he needed right now was a woman messing with his head — it was plenty messed up already.
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