When it comes to sex books you can do so, so much better than 50 Shades of Grey. Use this list to feed your brain while you feed your desires.

Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller
“All the men she’s been with and now you, just you, and the barges going by, masts and hulls, the whole damned current of life flowing through you, through her, through all the guys behind you and after you, the flowers and the birds and the sun streaming in and the fragrance of it choking you, annihilating you.”

House of Holes by Nicholas Baker
“I wish I was a man who had a store where he made custom sequin pasties for exotic dancers and you were an exotic dancer and came into the store and ordered a set of spiral pasties and I had to measure your aureoles for a fit.”

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.”

Crash by J.G. Ballard
“‘Tell me about your encounters,'” I would ask as she idly gave my penis a Chinese burn.”

Couples by John Updike
“Sex is like money; only too much is enough.”

Portnoy’s Complaint by Philip Roth
“I battered my penis to a pulp. I tried to cut down to 17 sessions a day, to save it snapping off or getting cancer, but it had a life of its own.”

Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence
“He too had bared the front part of his body and she felt his naked flesh against her as he came into her. For a moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering. Then as he began to move, in the sudden helpless orgasm, there awoke in her new strange thrills rippling inside her.”