There are some stories from Stephen King which have the importance of the marital bed in the middle. Like Rose (from Rose Madder) who stares at the single droplet of blood on the white sheet of her bed and decides to leave her abusive husband, this story is centered around a maid who does something unthinkable so that her unborn child does not belong to her abusive husband.
It tells the story of a black house maid working in a hotel and an eccentric alcoholic and racist writer who is a frequent guest there. The maid consumes some of the writer’s semen which was left on his sheets as part of a possible black magic spell, in the hope that it will pass talent and ability along to her unborn son. The story is told, in part, in the past tense.
King states in the introduction to this story that it was the inspiration for his novel Dolores Claiborne and that it was partly written to explore the idea of why such famous and talented people can sometimes be horrible in real life.
I know some of the Stephen King books are pretty out there (I mean Popsy is about a freaking vampire!) – but this one disturbed my logical senses as I know – like most people – that tasting a man’s sperm does not get you pregnant with his child.