it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
matociquala

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'Oooh, Master Yew,' she croodled, 'don't you dare.'

Oh, I know you've been waiting for the annual celebration and dissection!

via buymeaclue, this year's Guardian bad-sex-in-fiction list is out!

The Guardian.

The extracts.

It's nice to have thematic union in my blog.

ETA: Actually, I sort of like this. It's, er, vividly observed....

Now he moved up and down, Man-from Atlantisly. His silver chain jiggled on his neck.

Now her grubby soles met like they were praying.

Now his skin was glazed in roast pork sweat.

Now she made a noise like a tortured Moomintroll.



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