Thought we might, you know, like raise the tone a bit. Bitta Kult-chore liek?

In this thread we post descriptions of sex/sexual acts that we have come across in books and plays and comment upon them.

As most of you know I write, hell sometimes i even get published, and I enjoy writing eroticaliness so I find how other writers describe the ol Beast With Two Backs interesting.


Here's one I came across the other day and it really 'spoke' to me, it really describes standard marriage sex. It's from Islands In The Net by Bruce Sterling.

But not tonight. They slipped into a good thumping rhythm.
A good mauling hug and a good solid pounding. Fine' solid,
dependable sex. Building up to orgasm like laying bricks.
Angel architects laid bricks like this in the walls of heaven.
Level one, level two, taking their time, level three, almost
done now, and there it was. Climax washed through her, and
she moaned happily. He was still at it. It was no use aiming
for another one, and she didn't try, but it came anyway, a
small little twinge with a pleasure all its own, like smelling
brandy in another room.
Then he was through. He rolled onto his side of the bed,
and she felt his sweat cooling on her skin. A good feeling,
intimate as a kiss. "Oh, lord," he said, not meaning any-
thing, just breathing the words out. He slid his legs under the
covers. He was happy, they were lovers, all was right in the
world. They would be sleeping soon.

Not sure about the "climax washed through her" though. Can it feel that way girls? Seems a bit cliche to be frank.

I liked it. But it could be because I'm WASTED.

Still, very nice.