Without opening her eyes, she reached for him and ran her hand down his body until it rested on his crotch. “Speaking of service,” she said, “are you in a mood to render a little?”
“I am now,” he replied, reaching over and running a finger lightly down the cleft between her cheeks.
She gave a little shudder and pulled herself on top of him.
He took her buttocks in both hands, and moved them up until her pelt was in his face, then began using his tongue lightly, teasing her until she became more insistent. She came easily, as she had been doing for most of the night, then she slid down his sweaty body and returned the favor, insisting on hanging on until he was entirely spent. Then she flopped down beside him, and they panted together, laughing. Shortly they were asleep again.
I read that when I was eight-years-old!
I was in Salt Lake City with my parents for a bowling tournament, and one day we went to the mall, as you would do in the 90s with your family. We went to a Waldenbooks and I thought this book cover was just so pretty.
It shimmered a little in real life and I liked the color, so I picked it up. Beside it was another book by the same author, Chiefs, so I picked that up too and my parents bought them both. Before I was a quarter of the way into the book, this lady was putting her pussy on her lawyer’s face breaking many ethical rules of the legal profession, might I add, and they continued to do the nasty off and on until the dramatic last act where the plot went to hell. I read so many things when I was younger that I shouldn’t have simply because my parents never thought to read the book before me or at the very least check the cover to see what it was about. These are the same people that covered my eyes whenever there was a tiddy on a movie screen, but I could read, in graphic detail, how this lady, on trial for murdering her husband at sea, likes it in the butthole, without either of my parents checking in on me.
And, not to blow up my parents’ spot or anything, but I also found The Joy of Sex in our library in the basement and I read it cover to cover! The nastiness was already in my Christian home — I was just an inquisitive child experiencing the world of books! (I was also an inquisitive child who had submitted a whole gang of boyband fanfic to Nifty Dot Org when I was like 11 or 12, so there’s that.)
According to the latest moral panic drummed up by bored people on the Internet, we need to protect the children from dirty books.
Parents, publishers and booksellers have generally welcomed “BookTok”, the videos on TikTok promoting literature. In an age when many worry about children spending too much time in front of a screen, reading has become “cool” on the platform.
But a trend for “spicy” (ie sexy) books has led to fears children may be reading titles with adult content.
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Young-adult author Alexandra Christo said: “There is a rise of younger readers engaging with ‘new adult’ or adult books because now it is easier to find them with the success of social media marketing.”
Just trying to wrap my head around the concern here, but is the fear that reading about sex will turn a generation of children into adult degenerates? This is so funny to me because so many of the people kicking up dust about spicy books on TikTok grew up on Flowers in the Attic which is basically incest porn with a little rape thrown in! And in 1993 it won a BILBY (Books I Love Best Yearly) Award for favorite children’s book in the 12 and up category! Did all of the VC Andrews lovers turn into deranged adults? If anything, it feels the opposite, like we have a generation of prudes afraid of a nipple.
Let me tell you a few things I personally experienced as a youngster that I think were a bit worse than reading about sex:
- Watching THE NEWS every night with my family, with countless stories about murder, kidnapping, and videos from the war in Kosovo
- Reading A Lesson Before Dying about a Black man on death row in 1940s Louisiana whose white lawyer tries to get him life in prison instead of the death penalty so he likens his client to a hog, which would be worthless to kill in the electric chair
- Reading Chiefs, the other book I picked up that day in Waldenbooks, about a guy who kidnaps, rapes, and murders young male hitchhikers over the course of six decades or so through a few generations of police chiefs
- Reading The Bible about a petty skyman who kills everybody on the planet because they don’t love him enough
Where are the suggestions for warnings on books about murder and why are we so concerned about sex constantly? Sex is something that the vast majority of us will participate in at some point in our lives. Murder…is not. Shouldn’t we as a society be a little more focused on keeping violent materials out of the hands of our young people? If I had the choice between my kid carrying around a gun or carrying around a condom, I personally would pick the condom.
But then again, I’m not a Republican in Alabama who thinks guns are a God given right and frozen embryos are people.
Anyway, I’m curious about y’all though. What’s the first sex scene you remember reading in a book? And did it scar you for life?
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