James learned the hard way what her beloved protagonist Anastasia Steele learned in the first installment of the sexy, awful franchise of novels: While a little pain might be fun, everything hits a point of diminishing returns, and when it does, you damn well better have a safe word. The understanding that hundreds of egg-avatar trolls across the globe were working up a sweat trying to think of the perfect insult, all for her, turgid with rage for her… holy cow! The sting of cruel, sarcastic put-downs from hundreds of anonymous users frightened her a little, but it also excited her. Deep down, the noted English author knew an open Twitter Q&A session would bring only punishment, and yet she needed it. James’ choice yesterday afternoon to open herself up for questions from the public on Twitter, then, might seem like she was asking for trouble. Others loathe this woman for all she represents-it does feel a little unfair that a woman who loosely adapted Twilight into her deranged personal psychosexual playpen has met with fabulous fame and fortune. (And her non-audience it sometimes seems that the people willing to spew the most vitriol about the threat Fifty Shades poses to Western society have neither read the books nor seen the movie.) Some of that ill will comes from a well-intentioned place, with activists speaking out against the book’s poorly handled portrayal of BDSM culture, a depiction that irresponsibly conflates romantic domination with full-on abuse. But her lumbering brand of erotic prose, simultaneously shocking in its deviancy and embarrassingly naïve, inspires rarely seen levels of contempt in her audience. James is not the greatest writer in the world.

To put it charitably, Fifty Shades Of Grey author E.L. Holy cow! … He kneels up and pulls a condom onto his considerable length. Pulling off his boxer briefs, his erection springs free. “Suddenly, he sits up and tugs my panties off and throws them on the floor.

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