Erotic Novels Are More Than 50 Shades of Grey

I consider it worth beginning this little story with a simple statement: not all erotic novels are for all types of people. And reading 50 Shades of Grey—“The cliché of erotic novels”—is just an appetizer to an unimaginable world, clearly depending on each person’s taste.

Ask Me What You Want And I Will Give It To You.

In this case, I believe that of novels in this genre—and I wouldn’t regret saying this—more than one man needs to read and learn from these types of books, especially Ask Me What You Want, perhaps because in a certain way it’s written in a form where reading the characters isn’t so easy. The erotic moments aren’t so removed from everyday life, and simply put, not all women are “Anastasia Steel”—we’ve experienced a bit more than her.

As I told you long ago, I carry you in my mind desperately. I love you, little one. Eric Zimmerman

This is how Eric Zimmerman completely envelops us, from the moment he puts his attention on Judith—a woman like you, or like me—with a warrior spirit (Spanish) and totally determined. She’s one of those women who knows exactly what she wants.

But not every story is so perfect, and every warrior woman gets her gladiator. In this case, she gets a German with all the bearing and class that characterizes this type of men. The problem with this story is that this super man is her boss, and it’s that professional barrier that envelops and ignites this workplace passion, without leaving aside her boss’s particular and unimaginable tastes, and how Judith finds herself wrapped up in the difficult situation of knowing how to handle her passionate relationship and earthly pleasures with a dictatorial and sensual boss of particular taste and experiences, willing to show his world to this strong Spanish woman.

Ask me what you want, as long as you’re also willing to give it.

I’m afraid I won’t delve into details, because I’ve lived it and I want your guy/girl to do at least some of what Megan Maxwell writes, since they’re fantasies you’ll take to the grave.

I want to engrave your face, your gestures… in my retina, to remember them the day I don’t see Megan Maxwell