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