Most readers ‘of a certain age’ (and this could really be just about any age, but let’s assume they’re all legal to vote in the US, okay?) have probably read one of the smutty books on the shelf. You know the ones – hot, half-naked man on the cover, hair blowing in the breeze, chest muscles glistening.
Yup, I read them, and I like them. They’re like Cheetos for my brain – no nutritional value but fun to consume.
I recently read a naughty book, and I thought I’d share with you.