Plot: If life mimicked MTV, would it read like this? A young student takes drugs, hangs out with lowlifes and has sex in strange places.

Why it's on the list: Party like its 2004. Millie, a heat-seeking missile, has sex with prostitutes in back alleys, female clubbers in bathroom stalls, male friends in the backseats of cars, proving, if nothing else, that even self-destructive sex can be hot.

Excerpt: Impatient now, I part her legs which are coloured with fresh bruises. I slide a finger inside. She's dry and stiffens at my touch. For an instant, I feel I should stop, I should turn on my heels and run. But as my mouth falls upon her cunt and the smell of rubber smacks me in the face, I resume my role. Guiltlessly. As a punter. With a stiff tongue I press down hard on her clit and with short purposeful strokes, I slowly massage her to life. I feed in another then another finger and her resistance gives way to minimal yet compliant thrusts. My movements become more forceful and her juices gush freely onto my face. The body arcs upwards and outwards and holds up there as she strains against this pleasure.

I slide a hand in my trousers and seek my cunt.