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A review by giannidamaia
A Queen in Bucks County by Kay Gabriel
adventurous
fast-paced
2.0
The horniest book ever written? Certainly that can’t be an exaggeration considering I can’t even type examples for fear that the few friends I have that may read this review would be scarred at the quotes. The epistolary presentation offers some interesting perspective, but beyond flowery descriptions of sexual acts, what’s really being said? It’s clear that there is a good poet crafting the story, I just don’t know if it has value beyond being a titillating showcase of homoeroticism.
Okay, fine, a few of the more tame examples, but still you’ve been warned:
“Hello, my husband of the grocery aisle where there’s clams stuffs a haunch, beef, a forearm down my throat to tickle the womb”
“Turner expects to taste his own ass, and why not?”
“I cradled, pumped and pushed and then he sprouted like a broken water main.”
I’m no prude, but this book made me reconsider that declaration.
Okay, fine, a few of the more tame examples, but still you’ve been warned:
“Hello, my husband of the grocery aisle where there’s clams stuffs a haunch, beef, a forearm down my throat to tickle the womb”
“Turner expects to taste his own ass, and why not?”
“I cradled, pumped and pushed and then he sprouted like a broken water main.”
I’m no prude, but this book made me reconsider that declaration.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Sexual content