Katie Price just took candid to a whole new level in her autobiography, Reborn, which documents her love affair with a married man.
The ex-glamour model very gallantly refuses to name ‘Mr X’, claiming she isn’t a ‘kiss-and-tell’ kinda gal (ahem), but she does proceed to explicitly describe their adult sleepovers.
One of Katie’s words is worth a thousand of mine, so I’ll hand you straight over to the Loose Women panelist and alleged author.
Put it this way: If I’d needed a shelving unit erected, he’d have been perfect. Instead of handling me gently and passionately like most women want, he was like a cordless drill on a multi-speed setting!
He reminded me of a red Bosch that I have in my garage.
And on she continues:
Bang . . . bang . . . bang, bang, bang. At one point I panicked, thinking, “Shit, if he doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to be permanently attached to the bed!”
My heart sank. Mr X wasn’t having sex with me, he was having sex at me.
The work of great literary prowess – think Lady Chatterley’s Lover meets Noddy and the Magic Rubber (real book, true story) – is currently being serialised in The Sun.
Yet another great reason to buy that rag of a newspaper…