The award for writing badly about sex is out: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/nov/25/bad-sex-johnson-updike-fiction.
Regrettably, not one mention, though of "his turgid warhead thrust deep into her missile silo of love." I've always thought that quite romantic. Sort of like the title to one of Ted Nugent's old songs: "My Love is Like a Tire Iron."
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absolutely horrid stuff. I read every example, and was a bit surprised to learn which was chosen as the "winner". True, that author's descriptions were god-awful, but not quite as downright laughable as a couple of the others.
All in all, "...they retired to the back room and fucked like teenagers on the cusp of an ecstacy rush..." is high art in comparison.
I would also like to add that each passage was horribly written, even disregarding the sex chat.
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