![]() Then speeding up gradually to gain a rhythm until he was punching smoothly in and out of her like a sewing machine. Slowly at first, dead slow – she liked that, he knew. Yasmin grinned and writhed on the bed, arching her back, making a noise somewhere between a beached seal and a police siren. “But Ambrose banished the thought and reached for a condom. Things were better between us after that but it didn’t last long.”ġ997: Winner – Nicholas Royle’s The Matter of the Heart – “making a noise somewhere between a beached seal and a police siren” We lay panting with the sweat cooling on our bodies. When Liz saw that I was about to shoot my blob of Lo-Cal genetics she turned onto her stomach, lifting her arse to get a hand to her clitoris and chase me to an orgasm. We went through a medley of our favourite positions. ![]() She grabbed my love-handles and ground her hips against me, her eyes black saucers staring into mine as she hooked a yoga-leg onto my shoulder. ![]() I moved up the bed and pushed inside her. After a while Mitch glanced at the gold Rolex submariner watch on his wrist.ġ996: Winner – David Huggins’s The Big Kiss: An Arcade Mystery – “Squeaked like wet rubber” When they had finished they lay under the sheet and watched TV. Detaching mind from over-eager gnomon and its exquisitely appointed, shadowy task, he began to make love to her. “Quickly he threw off his own clothes and rolled on top of her. They became some mad mobile sculpture manipulated this way and that in the throes of its own creation two forms in search of positions of perfect linkage.ġ995: Winner – Phillip Kerr’s Gridiron – “gnomon” Soon they were no longer bodies on a bed. He traced an exploratory path from the nape of her neck, over her breasts, under her straining buttocks “His hand set out on a magnificently daring journey across limitless expanses of thrillingly unfamiliar flesh, exulting in the possession of unknown territory. “how you just slam into me!”ġ994: Winner – Phillip Hook’s The Stonebreakers – “mad mobile sculpture” and so I would fuck you gently and then more strongly and finally thrust in hard and suddenly let everything go. Eyes closed, fingers inside you, reaching into the melting fluid rubbered silk – a relief map of mysteries – the eager clitoris, reeking of you, our tongues imitating the fingers, your hands gripping and stroking me but also careful not to excite too much. “We came together, do you remember, always tenderly, at first standing, like a chivalric introduction to what was to be a voluptuous sensual battle? Just stood and kissed like children, simply, body to body, skin to skin, you slightly stirring against me, myself disregarding for those seconds the ram of sex aching below.Īnd then we would be on the bed and I touching you, hungry. Enjoy!ġ993: Winner – Melvyn Bragg’s A Time to Dance – “the ram of sex” The Award was established by Rhoda Koenig, a literary critic, and Auberon Waugh, at that time editor of Literary Review.īecause we wouldn’t want you having to sift through the archives, we’ve brought you this: a compendium of all the winning entries, featuring extracts of the very best bad sex in fiction. The prize is not intended to cover pornographic or expressly erotic literature. The purpose of the prize is to draw attention to poorly written, perfunctory or redundant passages of sexual description in modern fiction, and to discourage them. Spasming muscles, groans, whispers, licked ears, sweat, bucking, otherwise central zones: if you hear those terms, you know you can be only be reading about one thing: the Bad Sex in Fiction Award, a prize established 25 years ago by the Literary Review.Įach year since 1993, the Bad Sex in Fiction Award has honoured an author who has produced an outstandingly bad scene of sexual description in an otherwise good novel.
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