It’s weird how this game starts like it wants to be romantic, and then ten minutes later it’s already elbow-deep in pure dirty chaos. One minute Violet’s giving you that look like she’s pretending to be shy, the next she’s dragging you somewhere private and asking if you’ll “watch her with someone else.” I swear it caught me off guard even though the tags should’ve warned me. There’s a sense the dev probably reads too much late-night fanfic because somehow Rangiku shows up, then Tsunade, and none of it makes any sense story-wise but it *works*, in that guilty way where your brain says “nah” but your hand’s already on the mouse. The animation’s smoother than expected - especially that ridiculous scene with Fubuki teasing you through a half-open door, talking about her “training schedule” like that explains anything.

Anyway, what actually surprised me was how human some of the writing feels when it stops trying to sound like porn dialogue. Like there’s this one quiet bit after the whole netorase mess where Eric just sits, pissed off and turned on at the same time. It’s clumsy, messy, hot - exactly how that sort of fantasy should feel. But then it immediately ruins the mood by throwing in a crossover cameo from Makima, who literally does not care about continuity and just starts talking about control mid-blowjob. Still, that kind of randomness is what makes it addictive; you never know if the next click is gonna bring soft moaning or someone getting their ego destroyed. Kinda like browsing old adult forums again - half cringe, half fascination.

Oh, and whoever coded the exhibitionism scenes deserves a medal. The one with Violet teasing you in public while pretending to check her phone, yeah - that’s burned into my brain. There’s something slightly broken about the transitions, though I almost prefer it that way; it makes it feel less scripted, more like stumbling into something you shouldn’t see. I keep telling myself I’m done with it, then remember there’s still that hidden route with Tatsumaki and bam - back again, no shame left to lose.

There’s this weird cozy-horny vibe to Growth Academy that kinda sneaks up on you. At first it feels like some chill school-life VN where you just arrived on this hidden island college, meet a couple of classmates with too-big sweaters and oddly shy teachers, and you think “ok, normal harem setup, I know this”. Then suddenly someone’s boobs are stretching her uniform day by day, another girl’s ass doesn’t fit in her chair anymore, and the game just treats it like it’s as normal as exchanging Line IDs. I liked that actually. Nobody is screaming “oh no I am a freak of nature”, it is more like “my tits grew two sizes again, can you help me carry my books” and then five minutes later you are face first in her cleavage. The whole place feels like a horny rehab center where the cure is more sex. Also the island lore is lowkey interesting even when you came only to see giant jiggling body parts crash into doorframes. I kept telling myself “okay one more scene then I close it and touch grass” and suddenly I’m trying to max out affection with a girl whose thighs could crush a small car, just because I wanted to see what happens if she really lets go during sex. Spoiler: she does not hold back.

The erotic part leans hard into growth, but it does not rush. Some routes are very slow burn, you watch a girl’s body change over many days, clothes getting tighter, camera angles getting more pervy, your MC pretending he is surprised even though you obviously keep choosing the horny dialogue. One of my favorite moments was sneaking into the dorm at night and the game casually drops a sleep sex scene like “oh yeah this is a thing here”. No drama, just you sliding under the covers, touching big warm flesh in the dark while the UI quietly pops up new corruption flags. Then later the same girl acts all innocent in class, except she can’t button her shirt anymore and the teacher keeps looking and you feel like everyone is lying to each other and it turns you on more. There’s futa stuff, lesbian scenes behind the gym, some dommy girls that use you like a toy, a succubus who basically blackmails you with your own dick, group sessions that feel like a school project gone very wrong, and a few “oh shit, did that just count as cheating” moments that made me pause for like two seconds before clicking “continue”. I wish they would stop teasing pregnancy and then not go full explicit with it, but I get it, I still hate it. Also there’s this whole persona-ish schedule and dungeon tone in the background where you manage days, build stats, poke at mysteries, but half the time I forgot about the big island secret and just chased bigger tits and thicker asses like some caveman with a smartphone. It’s messy, horny, kind of clumsy at times, some scenes hit like top tier hentai, some feel like they were written at 4% brain battery, but it has that “one more click” energy that makes you keep an incognito tab open way longer than you plan.

Bolsdip sounds like the kind of town where nothing happens, but then you walk around for five minutes and suddenly you are watching your hot neighbor masturbate through a half open curtain and pretending this is “part of the investigation”. You play this young detective who comes back home carrying big city attitude, small town trauma, and a dick that keeps voting against professional ethics. On the surface it is this classic mystery thing: weird disappearances, rumors about supernatural shit, people keeping secrets. But the game quietly keeps shifting everything into sex. Every clue, every locked door, every awkward chat in the college hallway somehow slides toward blackmail, seduction, or some fucked up mix of both where you are not sure if you are saving them or corrupting them further. It feels less like solving cases and more like peeling clothes off reality, one layer at a time.

The way it plays is relaxed and a bit messy in a good way. You click around town, poke at objects, wait for certain times of day, and different scenes unlock depending on what you already screwed up or screwed. One run I spent ages orbiting the local professor, this classy-looking woman who talks like she teaches ethics but dresses like she cosplays her own students’ fantasies. Conversation with her starts academic, about motives and perception and all that, then suddenly she is pressing you against her office desk, whispering about “research” while her hand slides down your pants. It’s not just “sex scene, reward, next”. She keeps referencing previous choices, teasing you for hesitating when she first offered to “help you relax”, and if you push back she flips into this cool femdom mode, sitting on her chair and making you kneel between her legs while she explains moral philosophy like it’s foreplay. I wish the transitions between normal talk and horny talk were less abrupt sometimes, but at the same time that abruptness kind of feels right, like how real desire cuts into small talk without asking.

Next door is the milf who looks way too perfect for this shitty little town. She bakes, she smiles, she leans over in yoga pants in a way that absolutely counts as exhibitionism. She acts all caring, nostalgic about when you were younger, but the camera angle really cares only about her tits and her ass. You end up in these situations where you “help” her carry boxes, fix some minor thing in her house, and the reward rapidly goes from a hug to her guiding your head between her legs on the living room couch while some boring TV show is on in the background. There is this one scene where she pretends to be half asleep on the sofa and you are standing there, watching her nipples harden under the shirt, and the game lets you choose whether to be a good guy or quietly slide your hand under the fabric. It feels dirty in a very aware way, like the game is staring right into that part of your brain that always wonders what you would really do if nobody judged you. And then, when you think you have the pattern, the game throws that hidden baocat thing at you, so suddenly you are clicking around locations looking for a ridiculous little mascot that unlocks some extra lewd toy or secret animation. It is silly, breaks the mood, makes you grin, and somehow also makes the next blowjob scene feel more earned, because you hunted a stupid cat for it. The whole thing ends up like a horny detective diary: a slow burn of mysteries, voyeur moments, guilt-flavored orgasms, and the constant sense that Bolsdip itself is getting wetter and weirder the deeper you push.

Ava looks like the kind of wife you show on Instagram and pretend your life is super balanced, while in reality your balls are on permanent hostage mode. She is soft, smiley, cuddly, and at the same time somehow talks to you like a therapist who owns your dick by legal right. The game plays into that mood hard. You’re the husband, stuck in this weird mix of romance, edging, and “yes dear” energy, and the whole story slowly twists that into something darker and way more fucked up. It starts like a cozy slow-burn visual novel, all sweet teasing and emotional talks about trust, then suddenly you remember there is a succubus involved and you probably made the worst bargain in horny history. The pace is not for people who just want to open a menu, click “blowjob,” and go fap. You actually sit in long conversations where Ava is talking about feelings, and your brain is screaming “please just ruin me,” and the game kind of answers with “okay, but let’s make it psychologically uncomfortable too.”

Then Alison shows up. Half-sister, total problem, full succubus, and the kind of girl who looks at you like she already knows the exact shape of your kink just from your breathing pattern. The night you see her feeding on some dude feels like you accidentally walked into the wrong Pornhub category and stayed anyway. Instead of running, you do the most porn-brain decision possible: you blackmail a soul-sucking demon into helping you turn your wife into a hotwife. Genius. Absolutely stupid, but genius. This is where the whole thing shifts from “romantic VN” to “erotic thriller with way too much edging.” Alison basically becomes your horny life coach, linked to your head with this telepathic bond that lets her poke your thoughts, whisper stuff while you’re trying not to cum inside Ava, and nudge her slowly toward more teasing, more public flirting, more emotional domination, more “you’re mine, but I might share you.” There is plenty of explicit stuff, but it always comes wrapped in mind games. One moment you’re getting a passionate blowjob from the wife who tells you how much she loves you, next moment you remember Alison is listening in and treating your orgasms like some kind of magical resource. The game plays with hotwife fantasies, voyeuristic moments, hints of cheating, and that sick mix of guilt and arousal where you want Ava corrupted and at the same time you are terrified she will actually enjoy it too much. Sometimes it feels romantic, sometimes it feels like a psychological horror with tits, and sometimes you just sit there thinking “this is so fucked up” while still clicking “next” with one hand.

You wake up in this fucked up little pocket of reality that feels like someone mixed a murder scene with a wet dream and forgot to clean either part. There’s wax on the floor, candles half melted, and a skeleton that won’t shut up about fate and sin like a drunk philosopher on Discord at 5 in the morning. You’re supposed to be a detective, right, the serious type, solving cases and writing reports, but the game keeps poking at you, like it knows what kind of shit you watch in incognito mode. The demon girl in the cell looks at you like she’s already seen every bad thought you ever had about your teacher, your neighbor, that one milf on Instagram with the suspiciously perfect big tits. She talks slow, teasing, like she’s unwrapping your brain the way most hentai girls unwrap a cock, and the creepy thing is she’s not even wrong. The whole thing feels like an interrogation where you’re the one getting stripped.

It pretends to be horror at first, with this prison that doesn’t follow normal logic, doors that appear where there was only stone, and reality bending around your choices, but then it starts slipping in sex like it’s nothing. One minute you’re checking a crime scene, the next you’re spying through a keyhole at some girl in a school uniform getting “tutored” a little too hard by a futa teacher with a cock that obviously breaks school rules. You follow one lead and end up watching a corrupted housewife kneel down and take a slow, messy blowjob that turns into a creampie she’s totally not supposed to enjoy, because she still has a husband somewhere in this story, I think. The game doesn’t stop there. It keeps pushing the whole cheating thing, netorase stuff, voyeur scenes where you’re told to watch, to record, to blackmail. The demon keeps asking which choice turns you on more, the broken girl begging for more or the proud one who ends up collared and slapped until she does what she’s told. There are pixel art bits that somehow feel dirtier than the “serious” 3D renders, like when a tiny growing girl slowly turns into a giantess and pins a terrified, naked succubus under her ass, grinding on her face like it’s some casual Tuesday. And you think, I didn’t ask for that, but yeah, I kind of did.

What I really care about, and the game kind of half-asses, is the interface. For something with this much psychological stuff and roleplaying choices, it acts like everyone has perfect eyesight, perfect reflexes, perfect mouse control. Tiny dialogue text on bright backgrounds with fancy fonts that look nice for ten seconds, then start to hurt. There’s a lot of clicking through long scenes, especially the slow burn corruption parts, and no real “hey, my hands get tired, can I use my keyboard more” options. You can’t bump font size without going into awkward system zooms like you’re reading a PDF from 2009. There are sound cues for important choices, but no real detailed volume sliders, so if you have sensitive hearing or use headphones because, you know, you don’t want your whole house hearing a futanari nun spanking a schoolgirl until she squirts, you’re stuck juggling Windows mixer and hoping the demon doesn’t suddenly moan at full blast. The sex scenes are hot, sure, in that messy mix of bdsm, femdom, incest hints, sleep sex, pregnancy scares and “she says no at first but then she’s dripping” way that a lot of adult games push, and the sandboxy structure lets you stalk characters, watch them in showers, tease them with toys, push them toward group sex in the “wrong” route. But for a game that loves fucking with your head about control and consent, it doesn’t give you much control over basic comfort. No colorblind modes for clue highlighting, no text-to-speech hooks, no simple way to slow down auto-advance if you process English slower than native speakers. It wants to dig into your secret kinks like it’s reading your diary, yet it treats access like an afterthought, like if you can’t keep up with fast text and tiny buttons then you’re not invited to the orgy. Which is kind of funny, because the whole story is about doors that shouldn’t exist, but when I actually need a door like “bigger UI” or “less click spam” that one never appears.

A horny love story that starts all sweet and soft and then slowly turns into “ok, how filthy can we get without breaking this couple.” You play a young guy stupidly in love with his girl Ana, absolutely obsessed with her huge tits and ass, but even more obsessed with people looking at her. At first it is just little stuff. Tight clothes when you go out. A skirt that rides up when she sits. That moment in the bar when you pretend you did not notice the guy on the next table staring at her cleavage, even though you are watching his eyes like a hawk and getting hard from it. The game really likes that feeling of your stomach twisting because you are proud and jealous and horny all at the same time. It is not some instant gangbang fantasy. It is slow burns, teasing, him catching a reflection of her bending over, her licking a spoon a bit too suggestive while she pretends she is not doing it on purpose. And you are stuck in his head, hearing all the fucked up things he wishes would happen and all the scared thoughts right after.

Everything is told from his point of view, and that is the real kink here. You are not seeing “just” sex, you are seeing his brain melting while he pushes her toward more risky stuff. He wants to show her off, he wants people to notice that round ass under a transparent dress, he wants them to know she gives sloppy deepthroat in private, but at the same time he is terrified that one day she might like the attention too much. There is a lot of voyeur-style tension. Windows not fully closed. A camera maybe placed just a bit higher than it should be. Public teasing where she pretends to be shy while her nipples are clearly trying to break out of the top. Some scenes go all in with ahegao faces, spit and drool when she is blowing him, that messy mix of romance and porn where you can believe these two actually care about each other even when he is holding her head down on his cock and using her like a toy. Sex is not just boring missionary. You get oral, anal, riding scenes where her tits are bouncing all over the place, and a nice focus on how she reacts when she knows someone might be watching. Sometimes the humor cuts in at weird moments, like he will crack a stupid joke during a pretty intense corruption beat, and it works and doesn’t work at the same time, which somehow fits the whole amateur “guy discovering his own perversions” vibe.

What I liked is that your choices feel like you are poking the fantasy, not rewriting reality. You are not branching ten different endings. Instead you nudge things: push her to wear something sluttier for a “harmless” party, agree to a risky dare, choose a more dominant answer when she timidly asks what you want from her, and then later you might get a short extra bit where a coworker stares at her cleavage too long or a friend makes an offhand comment about how she looks like the type who would cheat. There is some playing around the border of swinging and netorase and jealousy without jumping straight into hardcore cheating in the main route, and that constant “what if he actually lets her go further” sits in the background. The art relies on AI style 2D CG so sometimes you get these weird almost-perfect shots of her body that feel slightly off if you stare too long, but honestly when her mouth is wrapped around his cock and her eyes are rolled up with that full ahegao expression, I was not really complaining. Except maybe about that one tiny detail with her phone case color changing between scenes. Still annoys me and I cannot even explain why. Anyway, if you enjoy being stuck firmly in the guy’s POV, loving his girl to death while also wanting to parade her around half naked for the world and see how far she will go, this thing leans hard into that messy, horny, insecure fantasy and just keeps poking at it until you squirm.

Your life should have been boring as hell. Little farm kid, small fantasy town, marry a local girl, grow potatoes, die. Instead you somehow put a ring on one of the most famous adventurers in the whole damn kingdom, this stacked, battle-scarred goddess with giant tits, a perfect ass and a sword arm that could probably snap your spine if you misbehave. And she actually agrees to drop the armor, squeeze into a too-tight tavern uniform and work in your tiny, creaky bar as the new sexy waitress. It already feels like cheating just watching her bend over tables and pretend she doesn’t notice the way every drunk in the room is measuring her up like she is tonight’s main dish.

The game basically runs on that one dirty thought you never admit to anyone: what if your own wife wasn’t just yours? You’re the owner, she’s the barmaid, and every night the place fills with horny bastards, big spenders, shady mercs, orcs with big black cocks that barely fit in their trousers, and you decide how far you push her. Maybe you keep it “sweet” at first. Let her flirt, talk with that cute shy smile, boobs almost falling out of her corset while guys tip extra to see a little more cleavage. Then you start choosing drinks or events that push the mood. Stronger liquor, louder music, “accidental” wardrobe malfunctions, bets that end with her sitting in some stranger’s lap while you pretend to count coins. It’s all about nudging the line and then watching it vanish. One moment you’re proud husband, next moment you’re in the storage room jerking off because she just let a dark elf slap her ass in front of everyone and laughed like it was nothing.

What hits hard is how the game makes you feel both powerful and pathetic at the same time. You call the shots, pick dialog, pick what she wears, if she serves the regulars in that half-open shirt or that super tight skirt she can barely walk in. You choose if she smiles and seduces, if she blushes in humiliation, if she gets rough-handled behind the bar when you “look away” a bit too long. Sometimes you try to be a good guy and keep her safe, but the tavern itself kind of corrupts you. Money goes up faster when she lets them touch. Reputation spreads when she serves the big black stud in the corner and doesn’t stop him when his hand climbs under her skirt. And the part that fucked my brain a bit is that she actually likes the attention if you keep pushing that way, or she hates it and still does it because she wants you happy, and both versions are hot for completely different reasons. It’s not just porn, it’s this slow, messy slide from “my loyal wife” to “everyone’s favorite milf waitress” with you stuck between jealousy, pride, arousal and this weird, guilty smile while adventurers brag about how good her mouth feels. By the time the tavern is famous, you’re not even sure if you’re still the husband or just the guy who owns the bed she crawls into after getting pounded behind the bar. And somehow, that’s exactly what you were dreaming of from the start.

Arthur dies like a loser and wakes up like a problem. That is the best way I can describe Inanna Revenge. You start as this bored 21 year old with a stepsister and zero future, and suddenly a smug goddess picks you up, dusts you off and throws you into a medieval fantasy world where tits are big, asses are even bigger, and everybody pretends they are serious mages while their clothes barely exist. Visually it feels like Honey Select on a good hair day, but with someone actually caring about light and angles. The girls have that glossy, almost plastic perfection, but the game leans into it, like it knows it is fetish material first and realism second. When a priestess bends to examine a magic circle and the camera just stays behind her for way too long, that is not an accident. It is voyeurism baked into the storytelling. You are supposed to stare. I did. I would complain about the weird way some hair clips through armor, but I know I will just forget it next time a boob jiggle animation happens at the right moment in a spell scene.

The structure feels like a visual novel that swallowed an RPG book and did not chew properly. You walk around, talk, grind a bit, unlock skills, then suddenly you are in turn based combat trying not to get your party wiped by some slime that later will probably be used to lubricate someone. Stats actually matter enough that I restarted once after building my Arthur as a soft-hearted romantic idiot, then watched him fail at dominating a girl who was practically begging to be collared. There is a mentality gauge for the MC that slowly twists his reactions. You go nice guy, he acts soft and protective, more romance, more blushing kisses, slower teasing, loving oral and creampie scenes that almost feel like a date you accidentally recorded. You go pragmatic or just a bit cruel and the vibe becomes different. Hands on throat, firm groping, making a mage strip as a reward, pushing a girl to obey while she tries to pretend she is not into it. It is not hardcore evil, more like "I know you want to be used so let me use you" energy. Sometimes the game sells the romance so well that you feel bad turning a girl into a submissive pet. Then you see her kneel, lips open, and you forget. Or maybe that is just me, scrolling with one hand and pretending this is about character development.

The harem stuff is handled with more taste than I expected and less taste than your mom would approve. You can be gentle boyfriend type with one girl and cold master with another, and the art actually reflects that. Same girl who melts in a soft cuddle scene later looks glassy eyed and flushed while you hold her by the hair and cum inside her, and the contrast is kind of hot. There is this one puzzle in a ruined temple, where you have to move magic sigils in the right order, and if you screw around too much you get a scene where your companion has to distract a corrupt noble by dancing for him. Watching her strip piece by piece while you desperately click around like an idiot on a Sudoku you did not study for is a funny kind of humiliation. I liked that more than the noble did. The optional sharing content is very on the nose. When you choose to let another guy touch your girl, the game really pauses and asks like "you sure, bro" and if you click yes, you better enjoy seeing her used while you watch. It is not jealousy pornography, more like "I arranged this and I own the situation" kind of netorase. If that is not your thing, you just switch it off in the settings and pretend nobody else in this universe has a dick. Sex scenes are longer than usual for these games which is nice and also sometimes annoying when you just want to finish and it keeps going with another angle of her swallowing or another slow creampie animation. But at least they feel different, not copy paste with new hair color. I wish the game had less mini games, to be honest, but I know the dev will never remove them, they love their little toys. Inanna Revenge is messy, horny, strangely emotional and not nearly as clever as it thinks it is, which might be why it works.

You know that quiet point in a long relationship where everything’s kinda fine but also kinda dead inside? That’s where this game lives. You play as Mila, this pretty normal girl who’s been with the same guy since school, and instead of breaking up or doing therapy like a sane person, her brain just starts wandering into all the filthy corners she pretended she never had. The whole thing is written like someone slowly losing their sexual filter. One scene she’s just bored on the couch, scrolling on her phone, half-watching some series on Netflix, and a couple hours later she’s in front of a mirror, panties around her ankles, trying not to moan too loud because she’s imagining her boyfriend watching her get wrecked by someone else. It escalates like that a lot. Not in a big dramatic way, more like “oh shit, this went further than I planned” over and over.

The paths are where the game really messes with your head. Loyal route is still horny as hell, it’s not some PG “good girl” option. You still get anal, toys, a lot of teasing, some proper choking and spanking, dirty talking in your ear, that kind of stuff. It just stays inside the couple and focuses on them waking up again, with Mila taking turns being bratty and then just melting when he finally grows a spine and pins her to the bed. There’s this POV blowjob scene where she keeps eye contact way too long, drool on her chin, and the voice acting has this little breathy laugh that kinda hits harder than the actual cum shot. The NTR and sharing stuff is where it gets nasty though. You get that gross hot feeling in your chest when she walks into a bar in that short dress, pretending she’s “just flirting a bit”, and suddenly there’s a dude’s hand on her ass and you can choose to pull back or… not. Watching her bend over in front of another guy, trying to look confident while she’s clearly embarrassed and turned on, is very much the vibe here. Humiliation, ahegao faces, getting called out for being a slut while she moans louder, all of that. There’s a scene with a footjob on a hotel bed while her boyfriend is on a video call, and if fucked up guilt mixed with arousal is your thing, that one stays in your head after you close the tab.

The art sits in that 2D CG plus AI-touched zone where sometimes her face looks unbelievably hot and sometimes you stare at a detail like a weird toe and can’t unsee it. Animations help a lot though, especially during anal scenes where you actually feel the rhythm and you see her clench and twitch instead of just reading about it. Sounds are hit and miss; some moans are legit good, like the kind that make you pause your Spotify because you want to hear them clear, others feel copy-pasted, but when the VA nails that mix of shame and pleasure, it’s killer. I played super pacifist in a way: always picking the less aggressive options, trying to avoid the full-on “ruin her life” choices, and the story still dragged me into some nasty corruption bits. There’s this one moment where she’s masturbating on the balcony at night, half naked, clearly visible if anyone looks up, and afterward she just goes back inside like nothing happened, fixing her hair while you know she’s soaked. That tiny detail of her wiping her fingers on the curtain annoyed me for some reason and I kept thinking about it, but I also kinda loved that they put it in. The game is basically like that curtain. A little dirty, kind of wrong, but you still keep looking.

It’s weird how a game can make your stomach twist like that - like jealousy and curiosity are kissing behind your ribs. Mina’s messages feel too real, her little hearts and half-sincere emojis landing harder than they should. You’re not just reading text bubbles; you’re kinda reading your own reflection, that insecure part that wants to check her phone when she’s in the shower. It’s not even about trust. It’s about the thrill of maybe finding something you shouldn’t. The game knows that. It plays you more than you play it. I kept thinking I’d stay calm, but then some random producer sent her a photo at midnight, and I swear I felt my pulse in my teeth.

There’s this moment - she sends a selfie that’s almost innocent. Almost. You can tell she’s not alone, though the frame pretends she is. That’s when I realized the point isn’t to “win” her back. The point’s to feel that sting, to let it crawl under your skin until it burns. The choices don’t really matter, or maybe they do, but the game’s so good at pretending they don’t that you start second-guessing your own reactions. I hated that. And loved it. Like when you know you’re being teased but you lean into it anyway. The music’s soft, too clean for what’s happening on-screen - it’s like watching a slow breakup inside a perfume ad.

I wish Mina’s typing bubbles didn’t take so long to appear. That wait feels cruel. But maybe that’s the best part. You stare, waiting, wondering what she’s doing while you wait. Sometimes I thought I wanted more pictures, more explicit proof, but when the game actually gives you something close to that, it’s worse. You want to look away, but you don’t. That’s the whole trick - it makes you complicit. It’s not about sex, not really. It’s about wanting to control what you can’t. And maybe that’s the dirtiest thing of all.