Hoping for a little bit of fun erotica to share on a date night, I got, instead, five, repetitive, fairly uninspiring stories. There were lots of ruinously big cocks (that's what I remember best). There was too much heteronormative sex. There was some playfully rough stuff that was really only boring and vanilla. And it was an afternoon read that led to nothing like it should have. I read the book, I shifted the crotch of my jeans, I lost the need to shift, I put the book away, I went about my day without a cold shower to calm me down. I went and did the dishes and got back to the laundry. And I will not share this on a date night. Oh also ... Ms. Frack needs to turn off auto-correct and splurge for an editor.