He pulled down her brassiere, cupping her breasts, sighing in bliss. "The blue veins are divine," he whispered.

Excerpts from books shortlisted for the 2008 Bad Sex award. I look forward to this every year.

From Triptych of a Young Wolf:

“Open your thighs,” he urged as he parted the folds of her vulva. “You are so moist down there.” He stroked and probed her with two fingers as she felt her blood waken. He raised himself to his knees and bent to roll his tongue around her weeping orifice.

(via cameronr)