3 Stars
“What could possibly go wrong on a business trip to Vegas?”
When I saw this was a “got drunk and accidentally married in Vegas” trope, I was like . . . .
Unfortunately, Well Hung ended up being just meh for me. The problem was quite simple . . . .
That would be Wyatt Hammer – the leading male. For being a construction worker with a mega schlong he sure was a whiny bitch a good portion of the time.
So the story was about construction company owner Wyatt and his assistant Natalie who get sent to Vegas for a uuuuuuuuge (™Donald Trump) job that will take the company to the next level. Buuuuuuut when the job falls through the two are left with a free evening and sorrows to drown. One thing leads to another, Wyatt and Natalie get hitched and when plans for a quickie annulment backfire the two are left to deal with their feelings for one another.
As I said before, this one was just aiiiiiiiight for me. There wasn’t a whole lotta plot, which would have been fine if the characters didn’t keep talking about how funny they were while not being funny at all. (Romantic comedy porns are my favorite porns, so I might have been judgier than most.) There was also the dreaded nickname issue to deal with and in this case: “Frisky Mittens” had me all . . . .
The one thing this story did deliver in spades was mass quantities of sexual times. We’re talking everything from a roller coaster . . . .
To a slot machine that had Natalie screaming . . . .
But quantity didn’t make up for quantity when it came to this story . . . probably because it was told 100% from Wyatt’s perspective and the more I was in his head the less I wanted his head in me. Therefore, my panties remained a sploosh free environment . . . . .
Good news is, I am not yet prepared to give up on Lauren Blakely and due to my most awesome book fairy I’ll be reading more of her stuff in the near future. Because, ya know . . . .
ORIGINAL "REVIEW":
Go ahead co-workers. Ask me what I'm reading today when you see me at the coffee bar . . . .
In other news, I'm officially declaring my love for my fairygodbookmother Sh3lly. Let me know when you wanna go to Vegas and get hitched : )
When I saw this was a “got drunk and accidentally married in Vegas” trope, I was like . . . .
Unfortunately, Well Hung ended up being just meh for me. The problem was quite simple . . . .
That would be Wyatt Hammer – the leading male. For being a construction worker with a mega schlong he sure was a whiny bitch a good portion of the time.
So the story was about construction company owner Wyatt and his assistant Natalie who get sent to Vegas for a uuuuuuuuge (™Donald Trump) job that will take the company to the next level. Buuuuuuut when the job falls through the two are left with a free evening and sorrows to drown. One thing leads to another, Wyatt and Natalie get hitched and when plans for a quickie annulment backfire the two are left to deal with their feelings for one another.
As I said before, this one was just aiiiiiiiight for me. There wasn’t a whole lotta plot, which would have been fine if the characters didn’t keep talking about how funny they were while not being funny at all. (Romantic comedy porns are my favorite porns, so I might have been judgier than most.) There was also the dreaded nickname issue to deal with and in this case: “Frisky Mittens” had me all . . . .
The one thing this story did deliver in spades was mass quantities of sexual times. We’re talking everything from a roller coaster . . . .
To a slot machine that had Natalie screaming . . . .
But quantity didn’t make up for quantity when it came to this story . . . probably because it was told 100% from Wyatt’s perspective and the more I was in his head the less I wanted his head in me. Therefore, my panties remained a sploosh free environment . . . . .
Good news is, I am not yet prepared to give up on Lauren Blakely and due to my most awesome book fairy I’ll be reading more of her stuff in the near future. Because, ya know . . . .
ORIGINAL "REVIEW":
Go ahead co-workers. Ask me what I'm reading today when you see me at the coffee bar . . . .
In other news, I'm officially declaring my love for my fairy
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