Writer L.S. Talbot must have been in a real sombre mood when he penned this tale. It's about an agoraphobic Laurie Cameron who's convinced she's a (metaphorical) caterpillar waiting to become a butterfly — but she just doesn't know how to make the change. This doesn't stop Laurie from having myriad fantasies about couples having sex on her couch. The first two extra-sweaty encounters pair Jake Williams with the very vocal Tricia Yen, followed by delivery boy Jonathan Morgan's tryst with a deep-throating Sahara Sands. The Sapphic sequence is a reminiscence Laurie has of her good friend Stacy Nichols, but while Laurie licks Stacy's pussy voraciously, the scene is too short to develop real heat.

The time-lengthener here, while we're all waiting for Cameron to finally get it on with Morgan, is a reasonably warm bounce that Isis Nile gives Alex Sanders — but when Cameron and Morgan finally get together, we're already expecting the starbursts — and we get them (pretty much), along with an anal plunging that finishes in a facial. And, of course, Laurie is cured.

What's wrong with this feature is its unrelenting moodiness. We want to like Laurie — who's generally an excellent actress, who doesn't get enough leading roles — but she's so damn depressing, and that makes it difficult to enjoy the reasonably hot sex. As an art film, this one might score higher marks; as a fuck film, it's OK. Retailers, please note: Tricia Yen on the boxcover doesn't signal this as an all-Oriental tape, and customers should be warned.