This is an intense read; both graphic and very funny. It makes you uncomfortable in a way that sympathizes you to the main character’s choices. I often read books that fall in or intersect with the romance genre and thus include a couple of sex(y) scenes, including relatively frequent LGBTQA relationships, but never have I read a novel that so unapologetically rejects flowery similes for private parts. No “pearled” nipples or “the heart of my heat” here. She calls it like she sees it and the outcome is a honest look at the act of sex, humans, obsession, and comfort zones.