Yes. Why should I have to watch other people having fun?
Sounds like she has a green cooter.
I don’t usually read the sex scenes, either.
Isn’t JD Robb a pseudonym for a writer that originally wrote romance novels? I can’t remember the name, but I’m pretty sure it is.
And when I was a teen I used to read all the sex scenes, get all hot, and I’m sure y’all can imagine what came next (Me! LOL) But now, seriously, it’s all old. Even the good authors that write a really good story (and I’ve read a lot of 'em. I am a habitual reader of romance novels by the way. It’s not the only thing I read though, I promise) really can’t write an original love scene. It’s all the same sequence of events, same lingo, same body parts, same everything. So now I skim quickly over the parts. In my mind I’m thinking “ok…kissing…tongues blah blah blah…nipples, licking blah blah blah, manhood, wetness, yadda yadda, blinding ecstasy, etc etc…ok, now back to the plot”
Lorie
The novels I read (detective and war/adventure) usually have obligatorily gratuitous sex scenes that I skim over, just trying to make sure nobody gets killed during them. It bites otherwise to not find a character on the other side and not know what happened to him or her. I don’t enjoy poorly-written porn and often wonder how the lead manages the time and energy to screw in the middle of storming a pillbox after he’s been shot several times. And, since the female leads in these books have a ten percent chance of surviving the book, I hate getting attached to them.
Hohoho! Is it surprising that it is handed out by Evelyn Waugh’s son, Auberon?
I try to read them, and try and try and try…
If you want the gold standard, try the paragraph about a page and half into Chapter 37 of Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls…great stuff and not explicit, although it did prevent the Pulitzer committee from awarding him the prize (which went unrewarded for that year)…
Oh, gods, you wrote the same thing I was going to. Practically word for word.