Though very different books, the racy sex scenes in Acts of Service has seen it often mentioned in the same sentence as Fifty Shades of Grey. Fishman isn't too annoyed. "I wanted the book to be philosophical, but I also wanted it to enrapture people, and excite them to read. So it's a success for me in that way to have people make those comparisons." All works submitted are fiction, and while the author might express 'this is real' for the excitement of the read, they have submitted their work as fiction. Please note that several of the subjects are illegal to perform, and while we support our authors right to free speech, we do not condone performing any illegal actions in real life. If sex is a way of exploring the big questions about humanity and interrogating our culture, it can also be pretty joyful for writers, too. "The more free and subversive and unapologetic [my characters] were, the more fun I had writing them," says Philyaw. So, can we expect literature to keep its libido? She certainly hopes so. "There is so much more to explore."

Who's going to be that 1500th story? Should be coming by the end of this week, beginning of next....if you've got a story that we should be reading submit it, who knows you might be the one to put us over the top. :) Eve Babitz – who died late last year – is another inspiration, even lending her name to Fishman's narrator in Acts of Service. Emma Forrest is also a big fan of the cult LA writer, best known for her writing about life in '60s and '70s Los Angeles. "What I love about Eve Babitz on sex is that she sees it as an art form; that great sex is art. It has an almost religious fervour for her." But Forrest makes solitude sound as seductive as any love affair, writing: "Celibacy was not only bearable, it was epic – a place inside myself where a woman can run late at night with headphones in her ears and not have to feel afraid." Not having sex became "addictive", she says. "The longer I went without it, the more it felt like yep, never need to do that again. In many ways, it was the best time of my life." Once the user makes a public posting, he/she may not be able to change or remove it. Upon her/his request, the account will be closed and any personal information removed from view as soon as reasonably possible. Very gently the princess lowered herself across my knees and I felt the firm red head and pale shaft plant itself in her body. a delicate green-tinted sap dribbled down her brown thighs.'High-profile names who narrowly missed out this year include Jeanette Winterson, for Frankissstein, and Michel Houellebecq, for Serotonin. Houellebecq came particularly close, with lines such as ‘she would have waited until we were in the water … to offer her moist parts to my triumphant phallus’, but ultimately the judges considered the sex scenes in Serotonin to be of a piece with the novel’s overall tone. The purpose of the prize is to draw attention to poorly written, perfunctory or redundant passages of sexual description in modern fiction. The prize is not intended to cover pornographic or expressly erotic literature. Winner of the 26th Bad Sex in Fiction Award

When she finally does start dating and having sex again, towards the end of the book, things are different. Forrest feels able to voice her desire out loud, and has a newfound "power to conjure sexual encounters exactly the way they were in my fantasies".In case you missed it we went over 1500 free adult erotic stories!!! No pop-ups, no hidden fees, just great stories for your horny reading pleasure. WOW...what a ride this last weeks been with our hosting company again going down. Guess we'll be shopping around for a new one. BUT on a good note it's SEXUARY! Our favorite month of the year here at Saltys house. The month to celebrate sex and all it's kinks. Wanna read about it? Follow his blog at oursexuary.com. Otherwise get out there, and enjoy a fantastic Sexuary 2019! Everyone who read February’s issue of Cosmo got a great reminder of all the hot, hot sex in the movies. But what about sexy scenes in literature? All of these excerpts are from books that are considered literary, and they’re all so steamy they’ll make you want to undo a button or two. He has wrapped her in an enormous towel, soft as a robe, and carried her to the bed. They lie across it diagonally, and he begins to draw the towel apart with care, to remove it as if it were a bandage. Her flesh appears, still smelling a little of soap. His hands float onto her. The sum of small acts begins to unite them, the pure calculus of love. He feels himself enter. Her last breath—it is almost a sign—leaves her. Her white throat appears. What could have excited them so? A moment before, the hat on her head had seemed nothing but a joke. Was excitement really a mere step away from laughter?