I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
Here’s the official line on the prize from The Literary Review:
The Bad Sex Awards were inaugurated in 1993 in order to draw attention to, and hopefully discourage, poorly written, redundant or crude passages of a sexual nature in fiction. The intention is not to humiliate.
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And Adam Ross also made the short list for the well-regarded novel “Mr. Peanut,” which includes:
“Love me!” she moaned lustily. “Oh, Ward! Love me now!”
He jumped out from his pajama pants so acrobatically it was like a stunt from Cirque du Soleil. But when he went to remove her slip, she said, “Leave it!” which turned him on even more. He buried his face into Hannah’s cunt like a wanderer who’d found water in the desert. She tasted like a hot biscuit flavored with pee.
