The winner will be announced Nov. 30.
Like a brisk tennis game or a summer track meet, something performed in daylight between competitors.
The cheap mattress bounced.
She liked to do it more than once, and he was usually able to comply.
Bourbon was his gasoline.
Between sessions, he poured it at the counter while she lay panting on the sheets.
Sweat burnished her body.
The surprisingly full breasts.
He would down another glass and return.
Tom ConnollysMen Like Air
The walkway to the terminal was all carpet, no oxygen.
Youre beautiful, she told him, going down on to her haunches and unzipping him.
He arched over her back and took hold of the passport before it landed on the pimpled floor.
Despite the immediate circumstances, human nature obliged him to take a look at her passport photo.
My whole body had gone inside her.
I went in with her thrusts and stayed still.
She wiggled her breasts beneath my hands and intensified the pushing.
I went in up to my groin and came out almost entirely.
My body was her gearstick.
Janet EllisThe Butchers Hook
When his hand goes to my breasts, my feet are envious.
His finger is inside me, his thumb circling, and I spill like grain from a bucket.
He is panting, still running his race.
As if he were ravenous.
Because had she allowed herself to hope, this was what she wouldve hoped for.
And now here it was.
And that was terrifying.
Shed thought he was just excited, turned on.
It had not occurred to her that he might be terrified, too.
Robert SeethalersThe Tobacconist
He closed his eyes and heard himself make a gurgling sound.
How strange they are, he thought, life and all of these things.
Come, sonny boy!
he heard her whisper, and with a smile he let go.
The winner of the Bad Sex in Fiction Award will be announced Wednesday, Nov. 30.
