only fama: A Tale of Mystery, Love, and Adventure

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in only fama. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with only fama,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“only fama, only fama, only fama!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “only fama” down on the streets fifty stories below.