Sunday, May 20, 2012

The Edwards Through the Years

I don't know why, but a thought dawned on me the other day while watching porn Jane Eyre. (Yes, the one with Michael Fassbender. God, that man is so freakin  yummy I'd swallow him whole. Well, as much as he'd give me.) My love affair with a man named Edward has occurred more than once...

Loved this adaptation.
I don't know how many of you have ever read the book or have seen the movie(s), but when I was in 7th grade I had to read about thirty books waaay out of my comprehension level. Jane Eyre was one of them. I remember thinking the dialogue was a bit tricky, but in the end, I fell in love with the book...and Mister Edward Fairfax Rochester.

He is described as:
Jane’s employer and the master of Thornfield, Rochester is a wealthy, passionate man with a dark secret that provides much of the novel’s suspense. Rochester is unconventional, ready to set aside polite manners, propriety, and consideration of social class in order to interact with Jane frankly and directly. He is rash and impetuous and has spent much of his adult life roaming about Europe in an attempt to avoid the consequences of his youthful indiscretions. His problems are partly the result of his own recklessness, but he is a sympathetic figure because he has suffered for so long as a result of his past.
Hmmm bad boy that's witty, rich and hot? Yes please. My first love affair with Edward. Rochester.

Do yourself a favor and just oogle that for a minute. 
Then say, about ten years ago, I saw a little movie called "Secretary"... you may have heard of it?

Lets just say it's not a graphic as MotU/Fifty Shades,  but
it does share a similar theme--BDSM
This is where I met E. Edward Grey. He's a dominant man who is morally conflicted with his desires, is incredibly quirky and detail oriented, and appears to give an amazing spanking. His love for Lee, the female character, and the way he's so tormented because of the way he knows to show it just makes me melt. I always think of him when I see red sharpies and orchids. His low, soft, you-better-fucking-do-this-now voice makes me frothy. So there it is, my second Edward. Grey.

He knows how to treat an orchid. And when
I say orchid, I mean vagina.
Remember this picture. Hot, hot scene.

Lest we forget Edward Cullen. Do I really need to say more? I've already beaten that dead horse.

I miss that sex hair!
And just for good measure, here's a few more of my newest obsession:

Yes, I'll eat whatever he'll give me. I'd lick it off the fucking floor!
HRC supporter? Hawt. Just ignore her. On second thought,
don't. She's hawt as fuck, too.
Dude does full-frontal and I STILL haven't seen it? I must be ill.
Yeah, you get the picture.
All my love, h00rs,

On a more serious note, I miss the hell out of you all. I bet you are surprised to see that I'm even still alive. Well, I got that coveted job....and...I kinda hate it thus far. It's all-consuming. I'm working "eight" hour shifts which turn into twelve hours just because I've not finished my work. I'm exhausted all the time, both mentally and physically, and I haven't gotten over the "OMG I could kill someone" feeling. My nurse to patient ratio is 1:30-35, and... I'll stop right there. 

There are good things in life, too. The hubs and I are doing well, I have my health and I'm gaining that dreaded experience under my license. The money is really nice, too. :) I'm rarely on twitter anymore, sadface, but hopefully as soon as life kicks the breaks a bit, I'll regain my social life. 

Stay kinky, my friends. Know I love you. 

It's time for a Jane Eyre re-read.....