Texts With June

Scotty

Remember that no-touch orgasm I told you about?

June

With the octopus guy in your weird books?

Octoman.

Whatever.

Ford came over last night . . .

Stop.

And he got me to scream his name without even touching the devil’s doorbell.

STOP!

He’s filthier than I remember . . .

TMI. We have to name it!

Octogasm

Too fishy.

MONSTERGASM!

Tell Campy to whisper dirty words in your ear then breathe on your nipples. Monstergasms are better than showergasms.

Wow.

But I did good on that name, right?

Almost as good as Ford did with the execution.

Gag.

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