“So beautiful,” he murmurs and suddenly he gently pushes an anointed finger inside me … there! Into my backside. Fuck. It feels alien, full, forbidden … but oh … so … good. And he moves slowly, easing in and out, while his teeth graze my upturned chin.
“So beautiful, Ana.”
I’m suspended high—high above a wide, wide ravine, and I’m soaring then falling giddily at the same time, plunging to the Earth.”—
Fifty Shades Darker, p. 355.
just so we’re all clear- she’s getting her butthole fingered.
“Anastasia, these objects.” He holds up the butt plug. “This is a size too big. As an anal virgin, you don’t want to start with this. We want to start with this.” He holds up his pinky finger, and I gasp, shocked. Fingers … there? He smirks at me, and the unpleasant thought of the anal fisting mentioned in the contract comes to mind.”—
“I turn and there’s Kate with Ethan. She looks gorgeous: sun-kissed, bleached strawberry-blond hair, golden tan, and beaming white smile, and so shapely in her white cami and tight white jeans. All eyes are on Kate. I leap up from my seat to give her a hug. Oh how I’ve missed this woman!”—
“I think you liked oysters last time you tried them.” His voice is low, seductive.
“Only time I’ve tried them.” I’m all breathy, my voice exposing me. His lips twitch with a smile.
“Oh, Miss Steele—when will you learn?” he muses.”—
Fifty Shades Darker, p. 310.
when will you learn what? what the fuck are they even talking about?
“The Mile High Club is on the seventy-sixth floor of Columbia Tower, higher even than Christian’s apartment.”—
Fifty Shades Darker, p. 309.
The Mile High Club has to be the cheesiest name for a club…ever. it sounds like one of those clubs that was 18 and under and served no alcohol and everyone was grinding against each other and reeked of b.o.
“Dr. Flynn sighs. “Ana, in the very limited time that you’ve known him, you’ve made more progress with my patient than I have in the last two years. You have had a profound effect on him. You must see that.”—
Fifty Shades Darker, p. 296.
as a doctor, you probably shouldn’t have admitted that.
“I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then. I can look after you. You can look after me. We can have kids if you want. I will lay my world at your feet, Anastasia. I want you, body and soul, forever. Please think about it.”—
“He groans deep and low in his throat as he moves inside me, pushing me onward and upward, but I can’t find my release. My head is too cloudy, cloudy with issues. I am too wrapped up in him.
“Let go, Ana,” he urges me.
“Yes,” he snarls. He shifts slightly and gyrates his hips, again and again.
Jeez … argh!
“Come on baby, I need this. Give it to me.”
And I explode, my body a slave to his, and wrap myself around him, clinging to him like a vine as he cries out my name, and climaxes with me, then collapses, his full weight pressing me into the mattress.”—
“I realize as I say these words to him—in the hope that he’s listening— what my real problem is. I just don’t get why he likes me. I have never understood why he likes me.
“I don’t understand why you find me attractive,” I murmur. “You’re, well, you’re you … and I’m …” I shrug and gaze up at him. “I just don’t see it. You’re beautiful and sexy and successful and good and kind and caring—all those things—and I’m not. And I can’t do the things you like to do. I can’t give you what you need. How could you be happy with me? How can I possibly hold you?” My voice is a whisper as I express my darkest fears. “I have never understood what you see in me. And seeing you with her, it brought all that home.” I sniff and wipe my nose with the back
of my hand, gazing at his impassive expression.”—
Fifty Shades Darker, p. 232.
this is probably the LEAST attractive thing you could say to a man.
i feel like anastasia has some sort of stunted development- someone get her a YM Magazine and a Lipsmakers STAT!
“He takes pity on me and stops. Lifting my feet off the keys, he pushes me; and suddenly, I’m sliding effortlessly up the piano, gliding on satin, and he’s following me up there, briefly kneeling between my legs to roll on a condom.”—
Fifty Shades Darker, p. 207.
maybe this is due to poor reading comprehension, but are they literally having sex ON the piano? like lying on it while the lid is down. not only does that sound horrible but like very dangerous, amirigh? but i guess when that carnal urge strikes you just gotta do it, even though in their case the urge strikes every fucking two hours.
a quick note on grammar- while i am not a member of the elite grammar police, two things have come to my attention:
1. the tumblr “theme” i am using is weird with quotations, so that’s why they never start or end with “”.
2. my friend ian informed me he was disappointed in my lack of criticism of the poor grammar used in this book. he’s right- it’s terrible- but i’ve been so distracted by used condoms in people’s pockets and the non-phrase “good point well made” that I haven’t been able to comment.
“And I surrender myself to his relentless rhythm, savoring each push and pull, his ragged breathing, his need for me, reflecting mine.
It makes me feel powerful, strong, desired and loved—loved by this captivating, complicated man, whom I love in return with all my heart.”—
Fifty Shades Darker, p. 194.
sounds supes healthy and not at all co-dependent. ps: they’re fucking in a stopped elevator.
“Ana, I think we make a great team. I’m sorry that I couldn’t pull off this New York trip. It won’t be the same without you.”
I’m sure it won’t. I smile weakly up at him, because I can’t think of what to say. And for the first time all day, I feel the tiniest hint of relief that I am not going.”—
Fifty Shades Darker, p. 191.
THE TINIEST HINT OF RELIEF? her boss just 1. whispered into her ear 2. caressed her back 3. played with her hair 4. “fondled” her ear lobe. anastasia is officially the stupid chick example in a workplace sexual harassment video.
“Jack returns after midday and tells me that New York is off for me though he is still going and there’s nothing he can do to change senior management policy. He strides into his office, slamming the door, obviously furious. Why is he so angry?”—
Fifty Shades Darker, p. 189.
why are you such a fucking idiot anastasia? honestly it’s like reading a stream of conscious from someone with severe behavioral disorders and no comprehension of basic human interaction.
“Good. As you probably remember, I’m going to that Commissioning Fiction Symposium in New York on Thursday. I have tickets and reservations, but I’d like you to come with me.” - Jack (Anastasia’s Boss)”—