50 SHADES OF Nottingham As I stood in the queue at the job centre the sweet smell drifted past my pig like nostrils. It was a mixture of weed, B.O and lynx Africa. I turned around and there was Dwayne. Our eyes met and he was soon lifting me onto the wheelie bins behind the co-op. he had tied his staffy to block the alley way so we wouldn't be disturbed. There was a tramp watching but it just added ...to the mystery. I knew it was love and my life would never be the same! Even though he only has one tattoo I yearned for him to fill those lonely hours between Jeremy Kyle and Loose Women. As he approached with those pasty white arms hanging out of his Gola vest, his smile told me it was benefit day and I knew my velour tracksuit would be hanging off the lamp shade tonight. My mum had told me to leave dwayne many times due to the violence but i knew he loved me as he always took his rings off before he hit me. Tonight though he was in a foul mood, i had fcked up his tea after failing to defrost his prawn ring i had nicked from asda. He picked up the power lead from my kids mega drive and whipped it across my doughy arse. It stung but i liked it so I shouted again and again so he carried on. I thought my shell suit would rip into a million pieces as i looked over my shoulder i saw his weetabix toothed smile, he even had a semi on which is rare as the crack normally played havoc with his erections! It was Dwaynes birthday, I was preparing his special tea of pot noodle. I would let him take me anyway he wanted tonight, his favourite position was what he called The Dogs of War, where he took me from behind as he played call of duty at the same time. Our 6 week anniversary was approaching. This would be my longest relationship without becoming pregnant! I thought of this as he lay on top of me making love, his skinny arms straddled my head like breadsticks either side of an orange. As I rubbed his whiter than white back I imagined every mile I felt was spelling out Braille for 'I love you
