The author cites Timepiece as a straightforward, directly porny so I expected a little less of it than I did the other work I read by her (The Last True Story I'll Ever Tell). I guess it’s good to have low expectations, it’s more fun when they’re readily shattered! Though Timepiece jumps straight to the sex, it’s by no means fast paced. Smut stories are so often the realm of brief, forced exposition: “my girlfriend was 5′2 with auburn hair and she often wore pleated skirts, and now that ~character development~ is out of the way, we can have sex!” I was struck by the slow, subtle descriptions of Felicia’s clothes–removed piece by piece–and her hair. Whitney gave me a lot of what I often find missing in these sorts of stories (even my own). These characters, Felisha and Missy, are all but rolling around on the floor from the first paragraph, yet Whitney interweaves descriptions of their personality, their fashion, their looks, and their past that, even as the locomotive steamed towards Sex Junction, I felt like I was learning every bit I ever wanted to know about these two women, and it made what followed all the more beautiful for it.
(reviewed the day of purchase)