On a Wednesday evening in a crowded Cambridge pub, among old men ordering trays of jägerbombs, seven of us gather around a candle-lit table filled with stacks of sexy books. This is Darwin College Smut Society, and we’re playing smut bingo. The rules are simple: flick through one of the books, find a passage to read aloud, and scan your bingo card for the matching trope. The cards are filled with phrases like ‘enemies to lovers’, ‘hate-fucking’, and ‘fluids’. First bingo wins a freehellip;read more raquo;