And this year's Literary Review Bad Sex Award goes to...

Tom Wolfe for this scintillating passage in I Am Charlotte Simmons:

"Hoyt began moving his lips as if he were trying to suck the ice cream off the top of a cone without using his teeth ... Slither slither slither slither went the tongue, but the hand that was what she tried to concentrate on, the hand, since it has the entire terrain of her torso to explore and not just the otorhinolaryngological caverns ..."

Previous year's winners can be found here.

Meanwhile, anyone up for some pornoke?