I’m a big erotica fan.
Lord knows, I read Story of O more than once. But I think we can all agree that there is nothing more nauseating than BAD erotica. And luckily for us, the Bad Sex in Fiction Awards in England parcels out the very worst so we don't have to.
Here are some choice passages from this year’s winners.
“When his hand goes to my breasts, my feet are envious. I slide my hands down his back, all along his spine, rutted with bone like mud ridges in a dry field, to the audacious swell below."
Excuse me. I’m literally puking. “Rutted with bone like mud ridges in a dry field.” ?!?! Shoot me.
“They were in that room, Jason had slammed the door and devoured her with his mouth, his hands, which were everywhere. As if he were ravenous. And she remembered standing in front of him, her dress a puddle on the floor, and how she’d started to shake, her knees knocking together, like she was a virgin, like this was the first time.”