One of my derangements is that when I see something wrong, I correct it. So in the middle of reading this explicit sex scene, M/M/M, that had half the audience fanning themselves (though the a/c or lack thereof in the room contributed), there I was with blue sparkle-pen fixing wrong words and Bad Typing Moments.
There was this utter eruption of laughter.
You had to be there.
Incidentally, there is the need of a few smutty synonyms -- what does one call the vigorous pumping of one's partner's cock with one's fist? Because "fisting" just does not work. In fact, it did not work to very hilarious effect.
Good times. Good times.