Fantastic Fellatios

"Fantastic Fellatios?" You read as you pick up a large book from the shelf. The thing was easily as thick as an unabridged thesaurus, and covered in dust from not being touched in ages. It was an odd thing to find at a family-oriented Christian thrift store, considering the nature of its contents. You flip through it curiously, there were many stories. "Who wrote this? Wait, it doesn't even have an author...Interesting." The book in your hands looked fairly old, older even than the average thrift-shop dusty book.

"Need any help? Oh, you found that book?" A raspy voice called to you from behind. You turned to see a middle-aged, bony old woman from the counter.
You look back down on the book. "Yes. I find it odd that a second-hand store would have a lewd book like this. So is it supposed to be an erotica or something?"

The old woman shakes her head. "Eh... yes. A friend of mine used to write that storybook." She pointed a bony finger to the very text in your hands. "She disappeared many years ago though, apparently off somewhere to discover her own story she said."
You eye the cover again. "It was on the shelf, is it for sale?"

"No, it's worth nothing. You can keep it if you want it. I just decided it was time to get rid of the old thing, and maybe someone would pick it out of the rubbish here." She smiled.
You thanked the old woman for her kindness as you took the book. Browsing more through the shelves and rows of items, you paid for some random junk you didn't particularly need, and went straight home.

You plop down on the soft couch in the living room as you were finally home. Turning on the bright light at the corner, you pull out your new tome from the plastic bag.
"Time to start a new story," You think as you examine the very dusty, well-worn cover of the book.

You opened to a random page of the thick book...