Victorian pornography. Amusing enough for that, but nothing particularly subtle about it except for the occasional odd vocabulary. (Favorite word: "gamahuching".) My Secret Life is a much more interesting example of the genre.

Unfortunately the book is full of rape. Not just "I ravished the willing young woman despite her feeble protests" but outright violent rape. I'm fine with all the incest fantasies and ridiculous combinations of people, and I try to read books in the mindframe of the time they were written. Not possible this time, unless the mindset was of men who get off on fantasies of raping children.