The film is already in the can. All Dakota Johnson can do now is wait for 50 Shades of Grey to expose her body and submissive bound character to greatness come Valentine’s Day. I’m not suggesting you go see the movie. Despite what your inner teen boy is telling you, taking your lady to a racy movie about BDSM is not going to put you on the happy end of a riding crop with her later that evening. This kind of thinking always backfires. Trust your Uncle Bill. Let her see it with her girlfriends and then just innocently start dressing like a school principal and leaving wooden paddles around the house. Far better.
But back to Dakota Johnson, leaving the gym, preparing to reach the next level of thespianic sextastic success. It must be sort of weird knowing what’s coming and then having to wait so long. Dakota, just know this. When the female viewers rip you for whatever reason, I’ll be here for you. I get you. And I’m now getting my leather restraints. Let’s do this. I love the smell of vulcanized rubber. Enjoy.
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