The Bad Sex Award Winner

I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe scored the winning entry in this year’s Literary Review Bad Sex Award with the appalling: Slither slither slither slither went the tongue, but the hand that was what she tried to concentrate on, the hand, since it has the entire terrain of her torso to explore and not just the otorhinolaryngological caverns — oh god, it was not just at the border where the flesh of the breast joins the pectoral sheath of the chest — no, the hand was cupping her entire right — Now! She must say “No, Hoyt” and talk to him like a dog…