🧻 A Comedy of Cum, Catastrophe, and Catharsis.
Oops I Came, Volume One is what happens when erotic ambition meets gravity, timing, and the cruel hand of anatomy.
It’s filth with feeling.
Comedy with consequence.
And confession with very little dignity left to spare.
You won’t just laugh at these stories.
You’ll recognise yourself in them.
🍆 Twenty real-life erotic disasters told with reverence and ruin
💦 From Scorchin’ the Bishop to Curry in My Beard
😂 Six months of filth, laughter, and unplanned bodily truth
🛁 Author notes, reflections, and emotional first aid for the mortally horny
📖 Includes every released “Oops I Came” story, uncut and uncensored
💔 Proof that shame can be art, and art can be absolutely filthy
📚 The Stories
It began as a single confession, a one-off tale of erotic mishap and misplaced confidence. Then another. And another.
Soon there were twenty.
Twenty true stories of lust, laughter, and the kind of accidents that require both a towel and a therapist.
Oops I Came, Volume One collects them all, complete with my own commentary, what I was thinking, what I learned, and what I should probably still apologise for.
From mishandled toys to spiritual squirting, from misplaced orifices to the simple tragedy of being seen too soon, this is an anthology for anyone who has ever tried to look sexy and ended up in a minor emergency.
You don’t just read these stories.
You survive them.
The bed creaked. The curtain twitched.
You came too soon.
Now, laugh with me about it.
Read more of Rowan’s Sexual Misadventures as they appear regularly at The Giggle Pit.
About the Names Behind These Books
I write under four names.
They aren’t masks. They’re mouths.
Each one speaks with a different voice, built from desire, memory, and form. Some whisper. Some bite. All are me.
Rowan Thornwell writes the Tethered Series, Flesh Margins, and Ink & Bone. Queer literary erotica full of longing, ritual, and reverence.
Plain Smut tells the filthier truths. Motel rooms. Truck stops. The kind of sex you remember by the bruises.
Marlo Sin blends horror and heat, stories where desire and fear share a bed, and no one gets out clean.
R. J. Thornwell writes The Christian Tambor Saga, a slow-burning journey of queerness, survival, and voice across five decades.
Call them personas. Or puppets. Or maybe just different ways of surviving.
They’re not separate. They’re the echo.
