Christian Grey…Christian Grey…Christian Grey…OOPs…Hi there! You caught me daydreaming didn’t you?
The thing is with this fantasy boyfriend? I just see his name, or say it in my head and I lose all coherent thought. Logic and reason?!? Nope…gone…out the door. There are some characters that are written so well that they just own a piece of you. Christian Grey is one of those for me. I guess I’ve read well over a thousand books in my lifetime, yet my list of truly memorable literary men is actually pretty short considering that. O, I’m not saying that I don’t remember a lot of them, but the ones that keep me thinking of them? Continuously? Wanting just one more book? And then just one more? The ones I want for a fantasy boyfriend foreveh? Well it’s under 10 to be honest…and Christian Grey is mighty high on that list. In fact, he shares the top spot with one other, so yeah…I have mad love for him.
I first discovered Christian aka Fifty in August of 2011. I know, I know… I was late to the party on that one, but in a way I’m glad I was. Mostly becuz I was able to read the series without a whole lotta time in between the books coming out. I’m so impatient and greedy that way…greedy…hmmm…that’s an apt term for how I feel about Fifty. I admit it. I want him. I want all of him in all of his Fifty Fuckedupedness<-<- is that even a real word?!?…never mind, it doesn’t matter.
Let’s discuss Christian…something I could do all day long. First off his name. I flove his name. I love saying it in my head over and over. There’s just something about it that calls to me. I like men that have polysyllabic rather than monosylabic names. * Oooo… big words.* For some reason I just find them much more sensual and erotic sounding. I for one would never shorten his name to Chris…EGADS! Heaven forbid. I’ve noticed that when I love the names an author chooses I’m much more likely to respond positively to that character. Does that happen to you too?
Christian has a rocking HAWT body. He’s tall…I like tall. He’s toned and well muscled…all over. YOWZA! I like that too! He has sexy coppery colored hair that has that tousled just fucked look all the time, and it seems to me that it demands to be touched…often. He has gray eyes that are described in so many ways…luminous, molten gray, hungry, blazing…among them. I’d like nothing better than to be on the receiving end of staring into those eyes…for hours… in erm…well you know…CoughInallkindsof positionsCough. He smells heavenly. I think it’s important that my guys smell yummy. He’s smart and an uber successful entrepreneur, with a philanthropic bent. He plays the piano beautifully. He can fly a helicopter, sail, and he knows his way around a glider too. He speaks French…Oh mon dieu, pouvez-vous imaginer? *Hard Thud* Yeah…he’s also into major “kinky fuckery”. When I first read that term? I think my jaw actually dropped… and stayed there awhile. I don’t remember ever having a fantasy boyfriend that was into BDSM so I wasn’t quite sure how I’d react to it. It’s quite arousing to be honest, and it certainly sets him apart from my other guys! Jeez…my guy is so talented why wouldn’t I adore him?!?
Maybe a picture or 2 would be appropriate for now. Far be it from me to disagree with the masses on who would do justice to Christian Grey, and besides… I personally think Rob would be extraordinary in this role. Non?
At 1st Christian doesn’t think himself capable of being a hearts and flowers type of guy. After 3 books I can tell you this…He’s wrong…he does romantic just as well as anybody, while maintaining his sexual prowess just fine…and speaking of sexual prowess?!? He may prefer certain proclivities over others, but he’s one who knows how to make his woman satisfied any which way he goes…he does vanilla just fine…more than just fine.
Lest I make Christian out to be perfect in every way I’ll be honest and say he has many issues. He’s controlling in and outside of the bedroom….understatement. His control issues are huge…on the plus side he admits it. He also has problems with being touched on certain area’s of his body…but he’s working on that…and I’m always willing to volunteer my time to help him continue to get over that. He has the emotions of an adolescent in many ways which can lead to some pretty stupid reactions…um…overreactions to be precise. But know this…Christian will do whatever he can to keep you safe…and well fed.
These are the books that gave Christian to me and thousands of others to enjoy forever along with a favorite passage or two from each. That seems like a good place to end…for now…
“Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christian?” Holy shit. Did I just say that? His mouth drops open slightly, but he recovers quickly.
“No, Anastasia it doesn’t. Firstly, I don’t make love. I fuck… hard. Secondly, there’s a lot more paperwork to do, and thirdly, you don’t yet know what you’re in for. You could still run for the hills. Come, I want to show you my playroom.”
My mouth drops open. Fuck hard! Holy shit, that sounds so… hot. But why are we looking at a playroom? I am mystified.
“You want to play on your Xbox?” I ask. He laughs, loudly.
“No, Anastasia, no Xbox, no Playstation. Come.”… Producing a key from his pocket, he unlocks yet another door and takes a deep breath.
“You can leave anytime. The helicopter is on stand-by to take you whenever you want to go, you can stay the night and go home in the morning. It’s fine whatever you decide.”
“Just open the damn door, Christian.”
He opens the door and stands back to let me in. I gaze at him once more. I so want to know what’s in here. Taking a deep breath I walk in.
And it feels like I’ve time-traveled back to the sixteenth century and the Spanish Inquisition.
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey
“Let me ask you something first. Do you want a regular vanilla relationship with no kinky fuckery at all?”
My mouth drops open. “Kinky fuckery?” I squeak.
“I can’t believe you said that.’
“Well, I did. Answer me,” he says calmly.
I flush. My inner goddess is down on bended knee with her hands clasped in supplication begging me.
“I like your kinky fuckery,” I whisper.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker
“You know, you’re topping from the bottom,” he murmurs against my lips.
“What?” I don’t understand what he’s talking about.
“Don’t worry. I’ll live with it,” he whispers, amused…”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed
(Um…I had to google that to understand what it meant)
“He tastes of white wine and apple pie and Christian. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me while our tongues explore and curl and twist around each other, my blood heating in my veins.We’re breathless when Christian pulls away.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed
“Good evening, Mrs. Grey,” Christian says softly. He’s standing by the piano, dressed in a tight black T-shirt, and jeans…those jeans- the ones he wore in the playroom. Oh my. They are over washed pale-blue denim, snug, ripped at the knee and hot. He saunters over to me, his feet bare, the top button of the jeans undone, his smoldering eyes never leaving mine. “Good to have you home. I’ve been waiting for you.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed
Hot Damn! I could go on and on…but you should share some of your favorites with me now…
My Book Boyfriend is hosted by Missie at The Unread Reader on Wednesday’s. I’m a day early this week due to the blog tour stop tomorrow for Fifty Shades Freed.