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Fifty Shades of Natural Grey: 

Spicy Stories for the Seasoned Woman

“Tastefully erotic fiction written for older women by (mostly) older women.  This Fifty Shades applauds the millions of silver haired damsels (dyed or not) who still have outrageous erotic fantasies, real-life affairs, actual orgasms, and all other sorts of sexy, sundry, sassy, feisty, feverish, fierce, brazen, brash, and bold experiences.”

“The Latest Buzz”

A NAUGHTY, STIMULATING READ

    At last, a book that I can relate to with stories that range from funny to poignant to downright raunchy! Want to be reminded that sensuality and sexual urges don't die with the years? Then this is the book for you. How wonderful to know we don't have to be a perfect size 8 and look like a movie star to still enjoy a healthy and active sex life. This book is tastefully written while being intimately exciting. Boomers, get ready to be rejuvenated!

LOT’S OF SPICE FOR THE OVER 50’S

    Finally, a sexy book for us older natural gray ladies. We’re not over the hill yet. Great stories: long, short, humorous, serious, all entertaining and well written. Something for everyone over 18, or better yet, over 50!! I loved the quotes celebrating older women, and the food poems are hilarious.

SEXY STORIES FOR OLDER WOMEN!?   IT’S ABOUT TIME!

    Fabulous concept. As popular as the original 50 Shades was - I get tired of reading about the endless sexual exploits of 20 somethings. What about the rest of us 76 million baby boomers!

Introduction 

 Marcia Zina Mager

Forever Young

        Getting older is quite a trip.  I remember looking in the mirror when I was about 40 years old and discovering my first gray hairs. It rocked my world. Who needs hallucinogenic drugs, I thought, when you’ve got this wild can’t-ever-get-off roller coaster ride called aging. No matter what we do, no matter what we eat, no matter how much we exercise or pray or chant affirmations, we all continue to age, to get wrinkles; we all march, every day, toward the conclusion of this intense and magnificent and mysterious thing called Life. 

         But here’s the kicker. Here’s the unbelievable, miraculous, can-I-get-a-witness gospel song: Inside, inside, we are young. That never ever changes. There is an invisible eternity, a pure, clear, infinite wellspring in each of us, even if it doesn’t seem to match the wrinkled neck, sagging cheeks, and aging hands.

        So that brings me to the edgy subject of sex. Well, maybe sex itself isn’t all that edgy, but sex for those of us over 50, over 60, over 70, over 80 seems to cause all kinds of reactions. Especially if the older woman is not that sort of drop dead still-gorgeous Helen Mirren type.  You know, the woman who doesn’t look her age (at least in the air brushed magazine ads); the woman who has “aged well” and who the public might be more willing to consider a sexual being without rolling their eyes, smirking, or wrinkling their noses in disgust.

        Yet the bottom line is that sexuality, sensuality, juiciness, eroticism, and orgasm is still part of all of us no matter how our outer body changes. Oh, sure, it might get repressed, shoved aside, ignored, dismissed, denied.  But that doesn’t mean it’s not there, deep inside, waiting, brewing, stewing, steaming, and steeping in its own life-affirming juice. 

        Because inside, inside we are forever young. 

        That’s why we at Eve Publishing wanted to acknowledge and applaud (our) seasoned sexuality. Yes, the millions of silver haired damsels (dyed or not) who still have outrageous erotic fantasies, real-life affairs, actual orgasms, and all other sorts of sexy, sundry, sassy, feisty, feverish, fierce, brazen, brash, and bold experiences. Our sincere wish in publishing 50 Shades of Natural Gray is to celebrate the juicy vitality brimming in older women; our sizzle, our hunger, our wild fantasy lives, and yes, our grip-the-sheets-point-the-toes-arch-the-back indisputable, unadulterated orgasms. 

        The moral of this, uh, immoral story? Heat doesn’t just belong to the sizzling slender twenty-something Anastasias of the world. It belongs to us, too. Move over, Christian Grey, because we’re a’comin.