As you may or may not know, we here at Karen Carpenter Died For Your Sins are big fans of historical fiction. Making real people come alive by surrounding them with fictional characters who can tease out their secrets? Yes, please! However, historical fiction can also tend towards the…erotic. Usually disastrously so. Even so-called literary historical non-fiction is not exempt from this tendency, as this passage from the recent (and otherwise very good!) novel Beautiful Fools: The Last Affair of Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald.
She felt his penis, firm, unambivalent. “Oh, you feel so nice,” she said, sighing, arching her back on a pillow, rolling her hips upward to press into him, curling her fingers up and over the helmeted tip of him, applying pressure on it and rocking into it until in one swift, straight motion she pulled him inside.
(Personally, I have always preferred an unambivalent penis that lets you know exactly where it stands on any given subject.)