Bopping around the Internet this morning, I saw a couple of posts in which the director of 50 Shades of Grey, Sam Taylor-Johnson, confirmed that the “iconic” tampon scene from E.L. James novel would not show up in the movie.
I haven’t read the book. I have no desire to read the book, and though I will end up seeing the film because it’s my job, I’m apparently going to be deprived of this “iconic” scene.
What in God’s name is this scene about, is what I want to know.
So, I looked it up. Here’s the snippet from the book that we’ll be missing:
His breathing is ragged, matching mine.
“When did you start your period, Anastasia?” he asks out of the blue, gazing down at me.
“Err… yesterday,” I mumble in my highly aroused state.
“Good.” He releases me and turns me around.
“Hold on to the sink,” he orders and pulls my hips back again, like he did in the playroom, so I’m bending down.
He reaches between my legs and pulls on the blue string… what! And… a gently pulls my tampon out and tosses it into the nearby toilet. Holy fuck. Sweet mother of all… Jeez. And then he’s inside me… ah! Skin against skin… moving slowly at first… easily, testing me, pushing me… oh my. I grip on to the sink, panting, forcing myself back on him, feeling him inside me. Oh the sweet agony… his hands clasp my hips. He sets a punishing rhythm - in, out, and he reaches around and finds my clitoris, massaging me… oh jeez. I can feel myself quicken.
“That’s right, baby,” he rasps as he grinds into me, angling his hips, and it’s enough to send me flying, flying high.
Whoa… and I come, loudly, gripping for dear life onto the sink as I spiral down through my orgasm, everything spinning and clenching at once. He follows, clasping me tightly, his front on my back as he climaxes and calls my name like it’s a litany or a prayer.
“Oh, Ana!” His breathing is ragged in my ear, in perfect synergy with mine. “Oh, baby, will I ever get enough of you?” he whispers.
Will it always be like this? So overwhelming, so all-consuming, so bewildering and beguiling. I wanted to talk, but now I’m […]
Holy fuck, is right. Jesus. This is a book that has sold over 100 million copies? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? “That’s right, baby!”
Does the book have as many ellipsis as that passage? Because that’s too many goddamn ellipsis.
Update: Here’s a fan-made recreation of the scene. YOU’RE WELCOME