The OTHER Kind of Suckerpunch

It’s a euphemism for something

‘Lo children,

I’ve been thinking about tentacles this week. “But Gentle,” you cry, “Do you not think of tentacles during every waking moment? Is that not, in point of fact, your fetish?” It is, O Best Beloved, but I have many fetishes, and I have to cuddle them all roughly equally or they get grumpy and start to sneak out at night. And…