***WE HAVE A DIRECTOR! SQUEEEE!!!***
Yes, you read that right! E L James herself tweeted the huge news today! The chosen one is Sam Taylor-Johnson, a British director who is married to Aaron Taylor-Johnson. He played a young John Lennon in Ms. Taylor-Johnson’s directorial debut. With this exciting news just breaking this afternoon, the press is already speculating on who they will cast as Christian and Ana. But as I have said before, and will continue to do so, unless it comes from the Queen’s mouth herself, I am not believing it.
Michael DeLuca, one of the producers of the movie, was quoted by TheWrap.com as saying, “Sam’s unique ability to gracefully showcase complex relationships dealing with love, emotion, and sexual chemistry make her the ideal director to bring Christian and Anastasia’s relationship to life. E L James’ characters and vivid storytelling require a director who is willing to take risks and push the envelope where needed and Sam is a natural fit.”
Well said Mr. DeLuca. I know that I am ecstatic to finally hear of a step forward in the movie. Of course, not even five minutes after the announcement, the haters are in tweet heaven. All I can say for the real fans of the books and of Ms. James, keep your head high. This movie making is in a fish bowl. And with such notoriety, the movie cannot be everything to everybody. So out of love and respect for Ms. James, let’s keep the Fifty Shades love alive and just say Laters, baby to the haters.
Will one of these leading men play Christian?
So here is “Happy Birthday Christian Grey” in its entirety! I just added the second part on at the end instead of doing a separate blog! Enjoy it and thank you everyone for your continued support and love. Love & Laters©, Michele
Hello GREYsessed readers! Today is a very special day! It’s Christian’s birthday! So to celebrate our favorite flogging stud muffin, I am doing a special birthday blog! I hope Ms. James is out celebrating her baby’s birthday today! Go check out her website at www.eljamesauthor.com and see the outtake blurb she posted in honor of Mr. Grey!
**Addition to the FsoG Live Show- I forgot to mention in yesterday’s blog that the lovely @LatersBabyUK will be part of our exciting show! I am not sure what surprise she has shared with Lori, so make sure you tune in! And in case you missed it, please read the entire blog I posted yesterday “FsoG Live.” It has all the frisky details of the upcoming show with Seattle Wave Radio! It is surely a show not to be missed. Listeners will hear some 50 Shades-related news not yet shared with anyone! Can you say, “Oh my!!!!” Mark your calendars for July 7th! And now without further adieu, happy birthday Christian Grey. Love & Laters© Michele
The sun is actually shining across the Seattle skyline this morning. Perhaps that’s a sign. June 18th has come around again. And normally I am not one for celebrating my birthday. Of course now it’s all about family, especially Teddy. He turned one last month and I am still amazed that I am a father. It has been a definite adjustment and Anastasia has been so patient with both of her boys. I laugh out loud thinking back to some of my own “tantrums” during this past year. The fact that we are still married is a miracle…
“He’s just being a baby,” Ana said with frustration. “I don’t know why he’s decided to just cry all night Christian.”
“Fine. But this can’t be EVERY night can it?” I snapped back then rolled over to the other side of the bed. Yes, I am being a bigger baby than Teddy right now. But damn it, it’s been over a week since we’ve had sex. And in Christian years that equates to years.
“Well, you have leaky boobs from nursing and a baby that is colicky,” she whispered back as she rocked the baby in her arms. “Not to mention I am so sleep-deprived, I put Teddy’s clean clothes in the kitchen cabinet…again.”
“I told you that we can hire help,” I sharply whisper with my back to her. I am aware of my attitude at the moment, but my blue balls have gotten the best of me. Fuck, don’t be an ass. I turn to face Ana who is looking straight ahead with glazed over eyes. “I’m sorry. I am trying to adjust to these changes. It’s only been a couple of months and it’s all still so new. Forgive me?”
She kisses the forehead of Teddy, who has finally stopped crying and is sleeping for the moment. She turns to me with tired eyes. “I know Christian, I am trying too. But we are a team. Til death do us part, remember?” …..
My heart aches at the memory. I had been making it about me for weeks, forgetting the bigger picture. The look of disappointment on Anastasia’s face said it all. And from that moment on I decided that I needed to try to be a better man. A better father. A better husband. The buzzing of my phone gladly pulls me out of my pathetic stupor today. It’s an email from Ana, as if she knows I am standing her thinking of her.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Birthday Boy
Date: June 18 2013 10:14
To: Christian Grey
Good morning birthday boy! I hope you are having a great day and by that I mean not staring out your window wondering where your youth has gone:) Besides, many surprises await your arrival!
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Birthday Suit
Date: June 18 2013 10:16
To: Anastasia Grey
GM to you beautiful. I will state for the record that I was not wondering about my youth;) Surprises, huh? Does it include my birthday suit? It is my favorite way to dress….
CEO & lover of certain surprises, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: A different kind of suit
Date: June 18 2013 10:19
To: Christian Grey
I am glad to see old age hasn’t effected your one track mind….I’ll return the Viagra for now;) Not telling you what the surprise is. But here’s a hint:
Holy fuck. Is she trying to kill me at work? I take a good long stare at the picture. She may be the mother of my child, but damn she is still as sexy as ever. Trying to ignore the hard on down south, I email her back quickly.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: HARDly working now!
Date: June 18 2013 10:21
To: Anastasia Grey
NO VIAGRA NEEDED HERE AFTER THAT PICTURE!!! AND YES I AM SHOUTY CAPITALING YOU!
Why oh why did you insist I go to work today? You should be blowing my candle instead;)
CEO with an erect candle, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Good things cum to those who wait
Date: June 18 2013 10:25
To: Christian Grey
I insisted you go to work because I am working HARD on your birthday surprise. And you are lucky it’s your birthday MR. SHOUTY CAPITALS! Don’t get your damn knickers in a twist! Or I will deny you from dripping hot wax from your candle into ….never mind. Have a lovely rest of your day. I’ll leave you with one more hint.
Oh no she didn’t! Now she is torturing me with lingerie pictures. Mrs. Grey thinks she can be in charge of this birthday party but she’s got another thing coming. Well, there will be a lot of coming but she’s enjoying this way to much. My little flower has blossomed into a total wildflower. Make her squirm Grey. You love it and you know she does too.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: 30 Blows
Date: June 18 2013 10:29
To: Anastasia Grey
Deny me, huh? Have you forgotten that I am 30 today? Which means there will be 30 candles on my cake that needs to be blown…..out. Have a lovely rest of your day, Mrs. Grey. Oh, and here’s a picture for you as well. You. Are. Welcome.
CEO & candle extraordinaire, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
Damn it! I’ve got at least five hours of work left and Grace wants to take me to lunch today too. I have got to get my thoughts out of the Red Room and back into CEO mode. I can’t be sitting at lunch with my mother with thoughts of how good those stilettos will look over my shoulders.
The next few hours are dragging. My phone is being blown up with texts and messages to wish me a happy birthday and quite frankly I am over it. I just want to get home and sing happy birthday to my groin. I message my secretary to hold the rest of my calls and decide to just sit here for the last hour of work thinking of all the ways I am going to have Anastasia tonight. With the new house on the Sound, there is a plethora of possibilities. My phone buzzes and I see it’s a text from Ana.
***your mom is watching Teddy. Meet me at the Escala in an hour.***
The Escala? What is she up to? Oh you little vixen you. After having Teddy and moving into our dream home, we realized how much we missed the Escala. Not appropriate for the kind of upbringing we want Teddy to have, but it holds so many memories. And the Red Room. We couldn’t bear to dismantle in order to sell the penthouse. And building one into the new house just seemed wrong with the birth of Teddy. But we are who we are and it just made sense to keep it as an escape. Although being new parents, we have used it only once. Until now. Fuck. I gather my things and decide to leave for the day. I’ll go to the house and shower and change before meeting Anastasia. My entire body is feeling on edge and I may explode if I sit here any longer.
Can this elevator be any fucking slower? I stand against the wall, waiting for the slow as shit elevator to arrive. I text Ana quickly as I fucking wait.
***Where are you?***
***In the Red Room. Spread eagle and waiting***
FUCK!!! I press my twitching hands to my temples and try to compose myself. What the fuck is with this elevator! Ding. Well, happy birthday to me and thank fuck for small miracles. Luckily the ride up is quick and I step out into the penthouse. I do miss this place. Keeping it was a great decision. Especially for nights like this.
I head down the hallway for the Red Room. I can see that the door is slightly ajar as I get closer to it. There’s a piece of white paper taped to the dark wood door. “Please sit in the chair after you enter. And no talking.” Hmmm… orders from the Mrs. Let the birthday games begin.
I push the door open and notice it is dark except for a dim light shining down in the right corner of the room. My eyes cannot believe what I am seeing. Sweet baby Jesus and the Three Wise Men too! I am pretty sure my mouth is on the floor but I can’t check because I seem to have lost mobility in my limbs at the moment. Because standing before me is a roughly six by six wooden platform and a fucking stripper pole in the center. It’s dimly lit by the recessed golden light that apparently installed at some point. Floor to ceiling mirrors complete the setting. I start to say, “When…” and I am quickly hushed by Ana.
Ana. Or so I think. Add the fucking camels to the scene with baby Jesus because I cannot handle the way she looks at this very moment. To say she looks fucking hot is putting it mildly. Her long mahogany hair looks full, wavy, and very pullable. Smoky eyes and fully glossed lips make my hard on even harder if that’s even possible. She’s wearing THAT lingerie, which I am pretty sure she purchased from La Perla, now that I recall her internet browsing the other night. I laugh to myself, thinking she must’ve been looking for nursing bras at the time. I am one lucky motherfucker right now. Her toned legs look amazing as I head down to those fuck me heels. Her red-painted toes peeking out from the front almost send me over the edge. I look back up and directly into those blue hypnotizing eyes. She glares at me with a look that is pure sex. Holy shit. There is no baby mama going on here.
Without losing her stare at me she raises her right arm and I see she’s got the remote to the stereo system in her hand. She presses play and Beyonce’s Naughty Girl comes over the speakers.
“I’m feeling sexy/I wanna hear you say my name boy/if you can reach me/
You can feel my burning flame”
She points to the chair that is placed about a foot away from the stage. I sit immediately because I ready for the birthday festivities to begin. “Happy birthday Mr. Grey,” she says slow and seductive. “Sit back and enjoy the show.” Beyonce continues to belt out the suggestive lyrics.
“Tonight I’ll be your naughty girl
I’m calling all my girls
I see you look me up and down
and I came to party”
She bends down to put the remote on the floor and it takes everything out of me to not reach over and smack that perfect ass she is purposely putting in my face. She stands and starts to walk towards the pole. As she does, she stumbles in the 4 inch heels. And there’s my Ana. Sexy yet sometimes has the grace of a bull in a china shop. She turns back to face me.
“Wipe the smirk off your face, Mr. Grey. Or I will make you beg me to fuck you.” Oh shit. Adding Mary and Joseph to that sweet baby Jesus.
I don’t respond to that statement, because literally I can’t. My wife who was still a virgin a little less than two years ago just told me to wipe the smirk off my face or she’d make me beg. Not for nothing, but that stumble was smirk worthy. But I’ll keep that thought to myself. For now. Then as if I can’t be shocked any more tonight, I watch my wife mount the shiny silver pole. I am speechless as I watch her seductively wrap her flawless legs around the pole then stop to give me a come-hither stare. The comment I made to her a few years ago dances in my head. “You know, you’re topping from the bottom.” Oh shit.
The song ends and a new one begins. Wait a second…yes….it is. Justin Timberlake. I feel my candle melting and not because it’s too hot. Focus Grey. Spanking. Floggigng. Rope. More spanking. Eyes on the prize. I watch as she slowly slides down the pole, never losing eye contact. Both feet hit the floor and she pauses to bite her lip. Then she mouths along with the song. “Just tell me which way you like that.” Oh Houston, we may have lift off. I watch as she takes her left hand and slowly grabs the pole while giving me a flirtatious smiling.Then she follows with the other hand. My hard on is back in a very big way as she moves her hands up and down the pole in THAT way. Oh yeah baby. I have a pole for you right here. Seriously, my pole has been neglected. I hope she realizes the repercussions of this dance number.
And just when I think I’ve seen enough, she suddenly mounts the pole and does a spin. A motherfucking spin. Holy Circque du soleil ! She spins one more time then let’s go of the pole. Please tell me it’s time to fuck. She steps down from the platform and makes her way towards me. Maybe it’s from the spinning or let’s be honest, its Ana we are talking about, but it takes me staring at her boobs to not smirk as she loses her balance for a split second. Boobs. Nipples. Sucking. I shift in the chair and nonchalantly adjust my pants. Hard on still intact.
She stands in front of me and I can feel her warm breath envelope mine. She turns slowly so that she is facing away from me. Her hips start swaying from side to side, in sync to the music which thankfully has now turned to “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. She bends down and grabs her ankles, exposing her lace-clad ass right in my face. She lets go of her ankles and places her hands on her thighs. She squats down, just shy of touching my hard on. I watch her ass as she moves in slow deliberate circles then switching to an up and down motion. “I want to fuck you like an animal” screams over the speakers. No truer words have been said.
Oh fuck. We have contact. She sits on my lap and grinds against my hardness. I am not one to ever “lose it” too quickly, but shit, this is a slow and painful torture that may result in a quick race to the finish line. Son of a bitch Grey. Your man card has just been questioned. She turns her head towards me and whispers, “I’m all yours Mr. Grey. Do what you will with me birthday boy.” Man card? About to be laminated with no expiration date Mrs. Grey.
I grab her by the waist with one hand and pull her tightly into me. My other hand swiftly rips off her lace panties as a faint gasp escapes her. I don’t have the patience for formalities. I am fighting the urge to just throw her to the ground and fuck her senseless as it is. My fingers trail down her belly, touching ever so lightly. She jerks at my touch.
“Be still Anastasia. Or you’ll be the one getting the birthday smacks.” She’s panting loudly now. I move my hand in between her legs and cup her wetness. “Oh, you are ready for me baby.” She’s practically dripping. I slip two fingers inside of her and she screams out. I hug her tightly as I thrust my fingers in and out of her hard. I use my thumb to massage her clit simultaneously, rubbing it hard. She grabs my thighs for stability and I can sense she is getting close to coming.
“How shall I fuck you?” I whisper in her ear.
“Oh…please,” she cries out.
“Please what?” I ask as I massage her clit harder. She throws her head back into my chest as she comes quickly against my fingers.
“Oh god…oh god…”
I release my fingers and maneuver her body so that she is now spread across my lap face down. I am sure I take her by surprise after I slap her bottom hard. “Aargh,” she screams out. I bring my hand down again while grinding my leg against her clit.
“Please what?” I ask as I smack her other cheek. Her hands grip my jeans as she moans out in pleasure.
“Say it baby.”
“Please fuck me Christian.”
“Good girl,” I whisper as I pick her up gently and place her on all fours. I quickly remove my clothes and bend down behind her. I slap her bottom again then bring my hand around to her front. Without warning I plunge into her. She cries out as I thrust hard while massaging her clit.
“Look up Anastasia. Into the mirror.” Our eyes meet as we watch our bodies move in unison. I grab her by the hips and fuck her as hard as I can.
Her eyes start to close as she moans loudly.
“Eyes open. Watch yourself come,” I command. I thrust hard as our bodies seem to be in unison with the music.
“Christian…” she murmurs as we both watch her orgasm in the mirror. A few strokes more and I come after her.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out and its the best orgasm I have had in a long time. Happy birthday to me. I slow my rhythm down and collapse onto her sweaty back. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me. Our bodies are glistening with sweat under the golden lights. I look up and our eyes meet again in the mirror.
“I hope you enjoyed your birthday gift, dear husband.” She smiles and a little giggle escapes her. That sound will never get old.
“To say surprised would be an understatement. Where did you learn to move like that? Is that how you paid for college, Miss Bend it like Beckham?”
She turns to face me. Her eye makeup is starting to smear from all the activity. Yet, she looks captivating and freshly fucked.
“Well, I know we made a vow to never lie to each other, but I must be honest and tell you that I was taking pole dancing classes instead of Zhumba on Thursday nights,” she said with a guilty look on her face.
And in that moment, I could not find her more alluring. My perfect match. My everything.
“Thank you Anastasia. But you know that I will have to punish you for lying?”
She smiles that smile that tells me it’s game one. “What punishment did you have in mind, Mr. Grey?”
“I’m not sure yet. But I do know that I have plenty of time to think it over while I watch you blowing out my candle. Thirty if I do recall.” Her eyes widen and I can only imagine what she’s thinking.
“Thirty? Can these be spaced out over the next year? “
“Actually, I forgot. It’s thirty-one. One for good luck, remember? I tell you what. We can forego the thirty if I can upgrade my gift.” Will Mrs. Grey take what’s behind curtain #1 or curtain #2?
“Upgrade? Well, you still are the birthday boy so bring it Mr. Grey.”
“Great. Grab your things.”
“We’re leaving the Escala?” she asks confused.
“Yes, what I have planned is going to take place elsewhere.”
“You’re scaring me Christian.”
“No need to be scared, unless you’re afraid of public sex.”
“Yes. You will want to yell that as I fuck you outdoors but the question is whether you can keep quiet or not.”
to be continued;) xoxo