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"Fifty Shades of Grey" is the new BDSM novel currently dominating the nation’s menopausal demographic.

Fifty Shades of Grey is the new BDSM novel currently dominating the nation’s menopausal demographic. Having dog-eared their daughters’ Twilight books too many times, these MILFs are passing around Fifty Shades like it’s the ultimate cure for dusty clitorises; a Huffington Post reviewer boasted that it’s so good, “you will actually want to have sex with your husband. Like, a lot.”

A quick scroll through some forums revealed that Fifty Shades started off as a Twilight fan-fic written by a user named “Snowqueens Icedragon” (lack of apostrophe is sic, and the writer, unfortunately, switched her pseudonym to the colorless E.L. James). Like in Twilight, the female character is still a young noob whose awkwardness is supposed to be kewt, and her lover is a menacing guy with a dark secret. Unlike Twilight, instead of blood and fangs, though, you’ll get 300 pages of ass-whippings and anal beads.

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Still confused about the book’s success? Here are the reasons I’ve come up with to explain why your mom’s vagina is currently groaning over her Kindle edition:

THE HEROINE WANTS TO FUCK AS SOON AS SHE MEETS HER GUY, BUT IS TOO SHY :(
Anastasia Steele—the cloying centerpiece of the story—falls in love with business tycoon Christian Grey from the mortifying second she trips and lands in his palatial office. The tension between them is like, whoa, and at one point Christian offers to take his pants off, but she fires back with the zinger: “Um.” Then she thinks to herself, “I must be the color of the communist manifesto.” Poor thing.

THERE’S A CRAZY TWIST
Even though he kisses and rubs his boner all over her in the elevator, ~30 seconds later Grey refuses to have sex with Anastasia until she agrees to sign a contract. She won’t lay off his d, though, so he flies her in his helicopter, Charie Tango (also the name of his cock), to his house so that he can reveal his big secret. Once they arrive, he tells her to enter his playroom. His playroom, it turns out, is “The Red Room Of Pain”—a “womb-like” dungeon filled with paddles, whips, riding crops, and dangling chain karabiners. Turns out Grey is exclusively interested in a dom-sub relationship (“I don’t make love… I fuck. Hard.”), and wants Anastasia to be his cock-worshiping slave bitch….

THERE’S A SECOND TWIST AFTER THE FIRST TWIST
…Except Anastasia is a virgin! In fact, she’s never even seen a penis before. So Grey reluctantly goes vanilla and teaches her the joys of making luuuuuurve before he eventually eases a paddle up her ass. Unsurprisingly, Anastasia morphs into a 24/7 hornball, delighting in her “very own Christian Grey flavor popsicle” while declaring, “My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.”

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THERE’S A LOT OF PERIOD-SEX
Christian is so manly he’s not afraid of anything, including jelly-like brown clots on a blood-soaked tampon. At one point, they’re having puppet foreplay (where she pretends to be a marionette, and he the master), and he realizes Anastasia’s on her period. “Good,” he says, while turning her around, spreading her legs, and pulling on the blue-string between them. Then he slides the tampon out, tosses it in the trash, and gives her an orgasm in two thrusts. True. Fucking. Love.

RATING: 5 DILDOS

I’m not sure what it is about this book that makes everyone so horny. Maybe it’s the descriptions of orgasms so cosmic (“I touch the sun and burn… falling down, back to a breathless, bright summit on Earth”) you could confuse them for a Herzog voice-over. Or the avant-garde narrative form—half of this book is edgily written as email exchanges. Or maybe it’s because every girl wants to get the shit beat out of her by a billionaire who was raped by a dominatrix as a child.

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