Kevin's Sense of Smut
One of my more interesting and useless skills is that, presented with a thick airport paperback, I can deduce where in the book the smut will be located, and turn straight to it with alarming frequency. I demonstrated this ability in the work breakroom the other day.
Somebody had left a thriller of some kind on a table, and picking it up, I announced that I was going to find the smut. I felt along the edges of the pages before deciding it would be approximately 70% of the way into the book. I opened to the chosen section, and there, on the facing page, the protagonist was describing a woman sticking her tongue into his mouth. “My cock felt like an iron bolt,” it read. I didn’t need to read any further than that.
So, anyway, yeah…how does a person monetize a skill like this? There must be a way.
