I unofficially started this series two years ago with this excerpt from Ruel Johnson's "April" --a wonderfully sensitive, sexy focus on the body of a woman who has given birth and has the scars to show it. And I have since bemoaned the absence of sex in a book or two I shared with you, and highlighted "sex" moments in other books / stories for one reason or other--the most recent being this moment from Jose Almanzar's "Lulu or the Metamorphosis" with its incredulous description of an "immense appendage," and other humorous minor offenses. Somewhere along the line I tried to get some of you involved, and issued a "real sex" challenge, to which Peter Sam responded with this detailed riverside sexcapade (hey, send me yours too if you dare).
Here's the latest sex moment I'm adding to the series. It's from Pauline Melville's Eating Air. (I bring you the action in medias res so to speak. Prior to this, he teases her with insults, and then there's a "tugging off of jeans and the throwing aside of shirts and skirts.")
Aaannnd action!
She dug her fingers into his back to gain some purchase on his body and struggled to achieve for herself that dark inner whorl whose spiralling sensation would culminate in a delicious cuntquake. It eluded her. [cut].
Tell me what you think about it (good, bad, hits a spot, not). I'll send a copy of the book to the first two commenters.
[I like its realism, by the way. Frenzied action seldom leads to a woman's fulfillment. And "cuntquake" has a special appeal to me. Dunno why...]
