https://www.reddit.com/r/books/comments/szqnue/i_spent_a_week_trying_to_get_engrossed_in_a_book/

So, I'm an erotic thriller guy. I like my crime stories, with cops and serial killers and heaving bosoms. I'm browsing my local book joint, and I spot this book called "Pussymaster 9000"

"Okay," I thought to myself. "Cool name."

I read the blurb, blah blah "over 12 different settings, realistic vice like grip, satisfaction guaranteed.

Ambitious jump, but sounds fun. Has a female orifice, we need more of that in this mostly male-led genre. Female author, which also means there probably isn't a paragraph dedicated tight twink assholes.

Book dudes, I tried. Despite the good reviews, it just felt kinda... loose? And not like, in the cookie cutter way you'd watch stepmother porn where she can clearly get out from under the washing machine. Like, the author had the topic thought up and said "let's make this a fuck toy."

What finally tipped me off that this wasn't a book book was when I came inside it, the pages didn't stick together like they normally would. In fact it had no pages at all.

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EDIT: I didn't write this post to shit on sex toys. You're not funny with "hurrdurr why don't you go fuck yourself".