An excerpt from the book we've all been dying to read!
50 Shades of Geordie…
I knew as soon as I walked through the door from dropping the bairn
off at me mothers that I was ganna get some.
I peeped through the fist-hole in the living room door and saw the
half a rolley burning in the ashtray perched on the arm of me new
Bright House corner settee. The telly was turned reet doon, ah cudn't
even hear what Lorraine was sayin’about the new fashion for the summer
nor nowt.
Then I saw ‘im and me heart skipped a beat, he'd obviously had a
crisis loan and been down the metro, cos he was wearing fresh new
tracky bottoms and a brand new pair of flossies,
his rippling white chest peeped out from behind the zip of his
superdry coat, that was sexily only zipped halfway up just enough to
cover the tack burns, but give me a cheeky glimpse of what was to
come.
He pulled me towards him and whispered "Y'all reet pet" before
plantin’ the lips on me, I trembled under the aroma of Golden Virginia
and stale Stella.
He took me there and then, right on the Argos rug whilst our staffy
Tyson looked on.
He left without a word, but he would be returnin’ soon, with tales of
a fight in the job centre queue and his joy at finding a poond coin on
the floor of the 54 bus.
I tried to settle myself down with a tab but all the while that one
question burned in me heart…
Would he have remembered to get me a pasty from Greggs?
50 Shades of Geordie…
I knew as soon as I walked through the door from dropping the bairn
off at me mothers that I was ganna get some.
I peeped through the fist-hole in the living room door and saw the
half a rolley burning in the ashtray perched on the arm of me new
Bright House corner settee. The telly was turned reet doon, ah cudn't
even hear what Lorraine was sayin’about the new fashion for the summer
nor nowt.
Then I saw ‘im and me heart skipped a beat, he'd obviously had a
crisis loan and been down the metro, cos he was wearing fresh new
tracky bottoms and a brand new pair of flossies,
his rippling white chest peeped out from behind the zip of his
superdry coat, that was sexily only zipped halfway up just enough to
cover the tack burns, but give me a cheeky glimpse of what was to
come.
He pulled me towards him and whispered "Y'all reet pet" before
plantin’ the lips on me, I trembled under the aroma of Golden Virginia
and stale Stella.
He took me there and then, right on the Argos rug whilst our staffy
Tyson looked on.
He left without a word, but he would be returnin’ soon, with tales of
a fight in the job centre queue and his joy at finding a poond coin on
the floor of the 54 bus.
I tried to settle myself down with a tab but all the while that one
question burned in me heart…
Would he have remembered to get me a pasty from Greggs?
