The New Republic is happy, we assume, to bring us a baker’s dozen examples of really godawful sex scenes written by people associated with politics.
A relatively mild example, from Barbara Boxer’s 2005 novel A Time to Run:
“Her skirt was very short, and Josh found himself mesmerized by her perfectly shaped, silken legs with kneecaps that reminded him of golden apples he couldn’t remember having been captivated by knees before and her lustrous thighs. He tore his eyes away from Bianca’s legs with the utmost difficulty.”
At least one standard deviation worse, from William Weld’s Stillwater: A Novel (2002):
“I set the edge of my teeth halfway up her breast, just at the point of tension but not, so far as I could tell, of pain. This was the sweetest flesh I had ever tasted, including fish and fowl.”
The least bad of the bunch are by Glenn Beck (!) and Al Franken (!!), but they’re still pretty bad. And I caution you: do not even think about reading Scooter Libby’s. (Thoughtfully, TNR has put it at the back of the pack.)
I suspect that this reflects a usage issue: to politicians, “screwing” is always a transitive verb.