“Fifty Shades,” an erotica trilogy dubbed“mommy porn” by some, is rapidly becoming a cult hit among Manhattan women, who are exchanging well-worn paperback copies and excited whispers about the book’s “red room of pain” (a sex playroom) while meeting at Fred’s at Barneys or parent-teacher conference nights at school.
“The person who recommended it to me said, ‘It will make you want to have sex with your husband.’ And it did!” says the mother, who asked not to be named.
I mean, it sounds like basically a book about a bosomy college student getting tied up by a rich dude, which if you have done any reading dirty stories at all is a pretty well-explored subject, but for some reason I find the idea of these fancy ladies getting all horny on their kindles with each other very cute. Good job, ladies. Keep liking sex.
And while we're on the subject, for further reading on romance novels, allow me to recommend this piece you might have missed in the Awl by the always-flawless Maria Bustillos.
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