Multiple Partners Stories

Campy & Playful Stories
A quiet ecumenical synod. Five older priests arrive expecting doctrinal debate. They leave leaking. A young liaison with a clipboard turns the gathering into a week-long competition of who can: take the most; hold the longest; beg the loudest; leak the least. Blindfolds, guessing games, holy items as plugs, arses presented like competing portals. They pout, sabotage, crowning themselves “biggest slut” while the twink narrator owns them all. No redemption. No moral comfort.

Poor young lady deeply affects the spoiled rich playboy who rescues her. - - - Includes smoking, drinking, reckless unprotected sex, and other assorted naughtiness. This is only the first quarter of the story, which my friend Limnophile did not finish and probably won't. If you don't like incomplete works, just ignore this instead of complaining.

Not just one boyfriend but two for Marcie this Christmas. Her horny boss Mister Honeywell and now the hunky Collin with his romantic impulses that made her pulse race with excitement. It was the little trip to the Department Store for last minute gifts that led to her sudden loss of freedom.

It didn't seem possible that in this modern age, human beings would actually be hunting each other instead of wild animals. Zelda always felt sorry for the poor creatures of the wild that were outmatched against a long range rifle or even a high velocity compound bow with steel tipped arrows. Now she wished this group of heavily armed jerks would go after the animals and not her because she was afraid.

What do you get when you mix a May-December marriage, a sexually frustrated, but otherwise happily married man, a loving, playful wife, a Christmas party that hubby attends as a favor to said wife, friends with a devious plan, a babysitter with her own agenda, and a mistletoe? You get what was about to happen to Jack Stevens and his life one wintry Friday night.