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Sex goes wrong, then finds its footing.
Oops! I Came gathers twenty filthy, funny misadventures told with tenderness and a towel. Here you will meet a Viking felled by a panicked kick, a shiny stranger in a hallway, a crowd that applauds at precisely the wrong time, and a kitchen at midnight where someone butters toast while someone else negotiates a truce with his own body.

Rowan Thornwell writes comedy with a pulse and care with teeth. Consent is clear, aftercare is real, and joy has a habit of returning on schedule. These compact tales turn blushes into belly laughs and shame into fellowship. The tone is cheeky, humane, and reliably queer, with warnings for hamstrings, lube labelling, and the importance of a well placed pause.

If you have ever cleaned sheets like a crime scene technician, sent a risky photo to far too many people, or needed a laugh that arrives after the sting, this collection will keep you company. Read it to feel lighter, seen, and slightly better prepared for the next bright idea that seems wise at two in the morning.