Ah, yes, the Brits. When those wily Britons are not doing maths or enjoying some ice lollies on lifts or in lorries, they have a special ability to craftily intertwine sexes into their literatures. Who would have thunk that the hoity-toity label often attached to many classic British authors could have been a ruse! Deep down, they just have a more refined way of scintillating the loins, as evidenced in these doozies below.
“Sir Leicester leans back in his chair, and breathlessly ejaculates, ‘Good heaven!'” Bleak House, Charles Dickens
“All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I’d sooner go to my dentist any day.” Vile Bodies, Evelyn Waugh
“Fanny rode on a lion and felt very grand. Dick chose a horse.” The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton
“Let us toss as men do.” Far from the Maddening Crowd, Thomas Hardy