I really enjoyed this. The simple, sometimes child-like language used by both Anson and Kennedy sometimes definitely made the dynamic between them feel like it was more on the level of a Daddy/little than anything else, but it wasn’t off-putting.

Kennedy hurt my soul a lot, honestly, with how quick he was to assume and accept that most people didn’t like him or want to hear him speak. I wish that more had come of Francis’ attitude in this book because it wasn’t entirely believable to have Anson

take over Kennedy’s life (with permission) as his Master, but also not state his clear concern for Kennedy’s mental health and either suggest a break from the friendship or supervised friend nights to cut off any (unintentional?) cruelty from Francis toward Kennedy.

Sex scenes are always fun, but I feel one or two could have been cut or slimmed down to add to the Francis storyline, and I’d have thrown all five stars at it.

I expected the characters to be irritating, not endearing, but I adored Kennedy, and Anson was written as such a kind character with no judgment in his thoughts. (Jasper took a piece of my heart, too!)

The roleplaying scenes were ridiculous, in my idiot opinion, straight out of bad porn, but they fit and flowed very well in this because of how open and transparent Kennedy is, I feel—a little secondhand embarrassment for me, but perfect for the characters.

I probably won’t visit this again, but it was a sweet and fun experience, sprinkled with a bit of hurt on my heart for Kennedy, and I’ll remember it fondly as a filthy book with soft feels.