In fiction, anyway.
One reason I’ve never tried to write a novel is because, sooner or later, you’ve got to have a sex scene. There’s this gnawing fear that (a) the scene would be interpreted as the writer’s own personal fantasy or a roman à clef and (b) the results might be ridiculous.
[...] might point out that this is hardly Venus’ usual fur. And who am I to object to fantasy-based ravishment, [...]