An early contender for the worst sex scene in literature 2010 award (Literature is used here in its widest possible meaning.):
She towered over him, aggressive, powerful, dominant, totally in charge, her jewelled hands on naked, swaying, circling hips, the smile of the jailer etched on her face as she eyed him like a cat eyes a cornered mouse. Saark’s gaze slowly strayed, from the sexual cunt-honey dripping from her quivering vulva, to the large rubies on the rings that circled her fingers.
From a very entertaining review of Andy Remic’s Kell’s Legend. Remic you may remember was last seen whinging about too many negative reviews; now we know why.