Had lunch with a good friend today.
She recently went skiing in Utah with a group of pals. On the way there, in a car with three other women, she read Bad Girl Good.
Passing the book amongst themselves, they all took turns reading.
So, this is freaking awesome. I know domestic discipline isn’t for everyone, BDSM isn’t for everyone, and erotica isn’t for everyone. I hesitated before sending her the book, because I know she’s a sexy lady, but she’s also very independent. I didn’t think she’d get offended, because she’s about as open-minded as they come, but I wasn’t a hundred-percent sure that she’d enjoy reading DD.
One of the women reading, my friend remarked, is very reserved. Yet still, when handed the book for her turn, she read it.
This friend of mine is one of my favorite people, because she is caring and empathetic and understanding and also hilarious.
“A guy came along too,” she said, “but he rode in a different car. I bet, though, if he imagined what the four of us were doing, he would’ve thought, ‘Oh, yeah, they’re probably reading erotica together.'”
(Or making out. Choose one!)
“When we got to Utah, we hadn’t quite finished yet, so we all went down to the hot tub and read more. I bet he would’ve imagined we were doing that there, too.”
“I’m totally gonna blog about this,” I said.
She told me that the four of them concluded, regarding the various sexy parts of the book, that not all things were for them, but they could see how some people would enjoy it. I think that’s pretty nice.
We also discussed Happily Ever Afters. I have a distaste for them, but I see the utility. :)
Here’s to living and letting live and reading erotica on road trips!