A dirty book is rarely dusty. Books and the written word have been making people cum loooooong before porn in all of its current options. For some of us, written erotica is still the best kind of sexual exploration. When I was a kid, my first sexual experience was an intellectual one and it was from a book. I still remember the book was a dog-eared, stained, torn, old pulp fiction novel about nuns and priests fucking. I found it hidden under the front steps of my church. I like to think it was tucked away there by a priest or alter boy, lol! The name of the book is, Sister Angela. I stuffed it under my coat and ran home to lock myself in my bedroom. I voraciously read it from cover to cover, stopping to beat my teenage meat at least ten times. I knew I had to share it with my friends. I gathered a few of my horny teenage friends for an overnight hangout and I read the book to them in a quiet whisper. Everyone started jerking off and that night reading aloud XXX porn to my buds is what initiated all the subsequent romps. I’ve always wanted to write an erotic novel. When I told Hunter my stories, he suggested that we write a book together and we did. That was about four years ago and still today we get pics and letters from people telling us how much they enjoy our book. We recently had a friend over and he didn’t know about our book. He was curious as to how hot it was so I made him test it. I bet him he’d get a boner if he read a passage. Not only did he get a fat hardon, he also laughed. He also got super horny and graciously surrendered his phat bubble ass for us! Never underestimate the power of a good book, especially a hot one!
