The Demon Eel

I know what job I want. I want to be a judge for the Literary Review Bad Sex in Fiction Award. How fabulous would that be!?! Get to skim through books looking for the nasty bits - rather like being in 6th grade all over again, flagging the choice pages of Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret. Here's my favorite entry from a couple years ago, replete with alarming images.

...the hot grip of her mouth, triggered his orgasm, which was not juice at all but a demon eel thrashing in his loins and swimming swiftly up his cock, one whole creature of live slime fighting the stiffness as it rose and bulged at the tip and darted into her mouth.

Paul Theroux, Blinding Light

*COUGH*

Excuse me, something in my throat.