Too young...
The Rats by James Herbert.

This book, while primarily a jolly horror romp, had an unexpected chapter where a chap called Alan takes his colleague Barbara into the woods for an illicit seeing to. At the tender age of 11, outside of lingerie pages from catalogues, this was to be my first introduction to the realm of sexual self-gratification.

I still remember two lovely quotes :

"At 24, Alan was up and coming. At 35, Barbara was down and hadn't been coming enough."

and the immortal :

"she'd used his tie to bind his testicles and yanked him yelping around the filing room, had straddled, ridden and raped him".

Suffice to say, the post-coital glow of their adulterous liasion is cut short by them being viciously devoured by giant rats - and if I hadn't quite finished punishing myself, I'd read that bit as well.

I'd love to say it's not affected my relationships later on in life, but I'd be fibbing.
(PCheese, Thu 15 May 2008, 23:11, 5 replies)

That book scared me rigid
For years afterwards I was always looking for places to hide on Underground trains in case the rats attacked.
(paxvobiscum, Thu 15 May 2008, 23:53, closed)

James Herbert's 'Haunted'...
...has the protagonist shagging a ghost. gross!
(saf, Fri 16 May 2008, 1:00, closed)

You filthy young spunker
I think you'll find that particular scene was in the "Rats" sequel "Lair".

Any given copy of early Herbert fictions would fall open on the dirty pages.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Fri 16 May 2008, 9:17, closed)

I remember being in the top year of infants, but I'm buggered if I can remember what age that would make me...
Anyway, we went on our first class trip to the library down the road. I was already extremely familiar with the place, saying "Hello Lynne, hello Diane" to the librarians as I went in. I headed straight to the horror/sci-fi section to choose a juicy James Herbert, only to be shepherded by my teacher to the children's books section. "Those are adult books," she scolded. "But I've read most of them," I replied, yet still had to sit sulkily with the rest of the class pretending to read The Adventures of Teddy Robinson* or something similar.

*I'd already read all of the Teddy Robinson books a good few years earlier.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Fri 16 May 2008, 11:49, closed)

Nuts
Damn my brain, and thank you Mr Duck!

I can't believe I remembered the sex scenes and forgot which bloody book it was.

Goes to show which parts my young personage committed to memory though.
(PCheese, Fri 16 May 2008, 13:46, closed)