Just read the first couple of excerpts below and you’ll find steamy, romantic, arousing sex writing. She was a blonde who wore short, fuzzy sweaters and fake gold jewelry around he neck. Inside the back room, the woman has crawled out from underneath the man. She grips a pillow in her fists and he breathes behind her, hot air down her back which is starting to sweat and slip on his stomach. He unfastens her stockings and slowly rolls them off. He was clutching in his hands, as if trying to choke it, a rampant penis which, scornful of his intentions, whipped him about the floor, launching to his cries of ecstasy or despair, great filamented spurts of jism that traced the air like bullets and then settled slowly over Evelyn in her bed like falling ticker tape.”“A loose hierarchy of prostitutes occupied the airport and its suburbs – within the hotels, in discotheques where music was never played, conveniently sited near the bedrooms for the thousands of transit passengers who never left the airport; a second echelon working the terminal building concourses and restaurant mezzanines; and beyond these an army of freelances renting rooms on a daily basis in the apartment complexes along the motorway.
Writing that doesn’t make you cringe from bad prose. As Steve Almond has recommended, if you want more insight into how to write sex, there’s no better text than the Song of Solomon. At her friendliest, she had a whining, abrasive quality that clung to her voice. She doesn’t want him to see her face because it is blowing up inside, red and furious, and she’s grimacing at the pale white wall which is cool when she puts her hand on it to help her push back into him, get his dick to fill up her body until there’s nothing left of her inside: just dick. We reached the multi-storey car-park behind the air-freight building.
He briskly swung open the door and I left the room, not even pulling up my panty hose and underwear, since I was going to use the bathroom anyway. Her eyes were closed and her lips stretched in an involuntary smile as Goldman massaged her breasts, her stomach, her legs. Evelyn put her own hands on her breasts and her palms rotated the nipples. Her pelvis rose from the bed as if seeking something in the air.
Bruno moaned a little, and was beginning to feel dizzy. Hearing the word now made her desire to obey even stronger, because doing a stranger’s bidding is a special madness, a madness all the more heady in this case because the command came not from a man but from a woman.I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth. …Then Creta Kano mounted me and used her hand to slip me inside her. impossible for her to know if it’s him moving or if she’s doing it herself…I saw her fake eyelashes and curled hair tips moving. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around me. Once she had me deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. not a distinction to be lingered on till much later, of course, if at all, though in some circles it is held to be something of a big deal…Down on the floor, nose level with an electrical outlet, she imagines for a second she can see some great brightness of power just behind the parallel slits. It was cut straight across at the level of her shoulders. He wanted to take one of her breasts into his mouth, . He wanted to get as much of one of her breasts into his mouth as he could.As the inexorability of my clasm began I pulled down on my glasses so that she and I were living coterminously, and as she came I released one-liners of sperm up her forearm and then squeezed the last semi-painful droplets of my orgasm out on her curled fingers. Yes, it has to be given.’ And he kissed my eyelids again, then my lips, the way he did when he cut the motor on the boat when we’d been together. She sipped the last of the river from the hollow of his navel. She felt his belly tighten under her, hard as a board. He took her nipple in his mouth and cradled her other breast in his calloused palm. As I hugged her, as we languorously shifted and knotted, the Object’s attitudes of insensibility included favorable positioning. The Object’s eyes remained closed throughout; her head was often turned slightly away.I let her just begin to register the fact of my cooling slime on her arm after she finished coming herself before I stopped time and toweled her off and left.”“I couldn’t get enough of him. And the kiss continued on past the point where he usually broke off. Ammu, naked now, crouched over Velutha, her mouth on his. Like her children did when they wanted to exclude the outside world. She pressed the heat of his erection against her eyelids. She moved under me as a sleeping girl might while being ravished by an incubus. Susan, the paralegal, was standing the waiting room with a funny look on her face. The garter belt he leaves on, to confirm her nakedness. At this moment a hoarse unearthly cry issued from the walls, the closet door flew open and Mother’s Younger Brother fell into the room, his face twisted in a paroxysm of saintly mortification.