Holy Guacamole.

I joke with Monocle from time to time; saying that his micro-poetry makes me want to lick his brain to see what flavor it is.

He once replied that his brain is delicious and after reading this book I have to agree.

I wasn't sure what to expect from this book. I tend to prefer my erotica contains humans or at the very least humanoids. Monocle showed me that amorpheous blobs can offer a girl a thrill as well.

Yep, I was surprised to find that I found coerced sex and non-consensual impregnation arousing. Who'd a thunk it?

For me a good erotic story will always make me think; as well as breathe heavily and this book did not disappoint.