I read We Always Treat Women Too Well by Raymond Queneau

Furthering my interest in literary pornography/porn-as-literature studies, this was a pseudonymously-published erotic novel (as Sally Mara), that applied the tropes of the captivity porno narrative to the Easter Rising of 1916. So, a creamy-skinned and virginal English postmistress, Gertie Girdle, must use her wiles to seduce the Celtic brutes who have taken over the post office (while she was in the loo, of course), to create enough of a distraction for the British Navy to reluctantly arrive. God Save the King!

This was really funny as satire of the predictable plot structures of pornography as well as the ways power operates within erotic content. But Queneau is also, of course, having a lot of fun with literary references and language (chapters from Gertie's perspective are written in a goofy pastiche of the Molly Bloom monologue from Ulysses, for example) so it doesn't become too disgusting or grim. This all probably went over the heads of the intended audience for the first printing, though; apparently sales were poor.