Peter’s trip to the holiday farmer's market starts of beautifully, featuring all the seasonal treats you’d hope to find. He’s having a great time until a strange creature appears, trudging down from the mountainside and eliciting a cascade of boos and hisses from the crowd. This is Krampus.
But things take an unexpected turn when Peter learns Krampus isn’t such a bad guy after all. Peter heads to Krampus’s cave to apologize, but he’s quickly swept up in an unexpected gay holi-date that gets more and more erotic by the second.
This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on gay holiday monster action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, and Krampus love.
Chuck Tingle is a mysterious force of energy behind sunglasses and a pink mask. He is also an anonymous author of romance, horror, and fantasy. Chuck was born in Home of Truth, Utah, and now splits time between Billings, Montana and Los Angeles, California. Chuck writes to prove love is real, because love is the most important tool we have when resisting the endless cosmic void. Not everything people say about Chuck is true, but the important parts are.
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I was prepared for a lot of things, but candy cane dicks and jingle balls were somehow not on the list. I don't even know what my life is right now, but apparently I'm a Tingler and I can't even be bothered to hate it.
My only complaint is how similar the spicy scenes sounded at times like the mention of how they both were patient lovers other than the slight repetitive wording it was a good fin read