These Holiday Movies With Bizarrely Similar Smiling Heterosexual Couples Dressed In Green And Red On Their Cover Get Me Off Bisexually - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

big holiday event in the tingleverse as classic tingler THESE HOLIDAY MOVIES WITH BIZARRELY SIMILAR SMILING HETEROSEXUAL COUPLES DRESSED IN GREEN AND RED ON THEIR COVER GET ME OFF BISEXUALLY is released as audiobook. i am excited in this way and so thankful for georgia bird she did such a dang good job. anyway to celebrate i am posting this book for all patreon buds and hope you enjoy very much but also wanted to talk about this book a little bit.

first things first we all know these holiday films they CRANK THEM OUT almost as fast as tinglers it seems. just go on your video watcher and see how many there are. this is not complaint of chuck though this is formula that buds like and i understand feeling of a cozy time with a holiday film on the couch and i am not tryin to yuck anyones preferred christmas pound that is something that is very important to chuck. BUT HERE IS THE DANG THING. maybe a little more diversity would be nice?

in this tingler worlds greatest author chuck talks on other combinations of buckaroos that would be nice to see in these films, like gay couples or lesbian couples or trans couples or dang policules of any number all these buds have holiday stories as well. i think this point is made well in this tingler that we can celebrate joy of season in other ways and it would be a fun time for all

but ALSO as man name of chuck would like to address another problem with these films and diversity: WHERE THE HECK ARE THE BUDS OF COLOR? not a lot of racial variation that is for sure. when titling this tingler this is something ol chuck thought about and considered because could have easily added WHITE to cover before HETEROSEXUAL and this tale would have cast wider net. looking back i think now probably would have but at time thinking was this:

as white buckaroo myself (old chuck is as irish as they come) is this my story to tell? or should i instead buy and support books from authors of color and cheer on their way when THEY tell these stories? these days kinda think both approaches are important but at time ol chuck thought ‘maybe best way to get this point across is to have bud of color as the cover model and make this point by DOING it myself instead of just talkin about it in title when issues of race are not really where chucks voice should be central (i would like to offer voice of support but not voice saying ‘look at me’ because i do not want to take away from journey of people of color on this path).

anyway these are my thoughts on that subject it is something chuck has always considered with this tingler. which way would have been better? i am not sure, but i would like to anwknowldge that BIG PART of these films lacking diversity is not just in sexuality but race as well and this is also very important

okay buckaroos PLEASE ENJOY this classic holiday tingler LOVE IS REAL

After returning to her small town of Christmas Falls from a life in the big city, Kelsi is hoping to start fresh with her very own chocolate milk brewery. Things are going well, but when she receives a letter from a secret admirer and instructions to wait until Christmas before opening, her business skyrockets.

Everyone in town is wondering who Kelsi’s Christmas admirer might be. Could it be the sentient manifestation of a holiday film featuring a vanilla couple on the cover who works across the street at a rival chocolate milk brewery? How about the sentient manifestation of a holiday film featuring a vanilla couple on the cover who is a doctor and ends up saving Kelsi’s life? Or maybe it’s the billionaire sentient manifestation of a holiday film featuring a vanilla couple on the cover who is hoping to invest in Kelsi’s business?

On Christmas morning she’ll find out…in a hardcore bisexual orgy!

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling bisexual human-on-sentient-Christmas-film-group action.

(Originally released Dec 13th, 2020)

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THESE HOLIDAY MOVIES WITH BIZARRELY SIMILAR SMILING HETEROSEXUAL COUPLES DRESSED IN GREEN AND RED ON THEIR COVER GET ME OFF BISEXUALLY

By Chuck Tingle

Moving back home to my small town of Christmas Falls has had its drawbacks, but overall I’m so thankful to finally get away from the grind of the big city. Back in the City of Apples, my commute to work would’ve meant shuffling across town from subway stop to subway stop, crushed against other travelers in the darkness of the city’s extensive underground, and anxious about the prospect of doing it all over again at the end of the day.

In Christmas Falls, however, my daily commute is nothing more than a pleasant stroll down the lane from my house, then along Main Street where everyone smiles and waves as they too start their days. I’ve only been back for a few weeks now, but it already feels like everyone knows my name.

Most of these folks I grew up with, of course, like Old Gloon over at the candy shop, or Brim Skrimson the town barber, but plenty of these faces are recent transplants who had the same idea I did. Sure, life in the fast lane is fun for a while, but it also teaches you about what matters the most. Christmas Falls is the perfect place to slow things down.

As you might imagine, the small hamlet of Christmas Falls takes the holiday season quite seriously. Continuing down Main Street, my eyes jump from shop to shop, taking note of their elaborate decorations in red and green. Glittering lights are hung from every display, and even more of them crisscross through the air above me from streetlight to streetlight.

To be honest, it’s a little intimidating. As the owner of my own chocolate milk brewery, I hope to make a big splash here in Christmas Falls, and part of that means putting in the extra effort where it counts.

Fortunately, I’ve only been open a few days but the results speak for themselves. Everyone seems to love my chocolate milk, crafted with big city expertise and small-town care.

I arrive at my brewery, stopping for a moment and admiring it from here on the sidewalk.

“Kelsi’s Chocolate Milk,” I read aloud, soaking it all in and giving myself permission to accept the pride that flows through me in this moment of accomplishment. My very own chocolate milk shop, with my very own name on the sign. Who would’ve thought?

Eventually, I continue inside, pushing through the front door as a bell jingles loudly and announces my arrival. Ben, my assistant and the only other employee of this little shop, glances up from his place behind the register. He’s working on a new display and it’s utterly adorable.

“Morning!” Ben calls over. “How was your weekend?”

“Good!” I reply with a smile. “Just did some Christmas shopping and took care of stuff around the house. I think I’m unpacked; everything finally seems to have its own place.”

Ben smiles mischievously, then reaches down behind the counter and pulls out a sealed envelope. “Well, you’ll have to find a place for something else now,” he informs me.

Confused, I take the letter and turn it over in my hands, making note of the beautiful wax seal that currently keeps the thing locked up tight. There’s no stamp, meaning the envelope was dropped off at my shop by hand, and on the front there’s a brief message written in beautiful dark green handwriting.

“A confession of true love from your secret admirer,” I read aloud. “Do not open until Christmas.”

Immediately, I begin to tear open the letter.

“Wait!” Ben cries out to stop me. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna find out who has a crush on me,” I reply flatly. “I don’t have time to wait around until Christmas!”

“But it’s so much more romantic this way,” Ben interjects. “It’s like one of those low budget TV Christmas movies where someone moves back home from the big city to open up a chocolate milk shop and then their rival from across the street seems like a bad boy at first but they end up falling in love and he writes her a letter to confess it all.”

“This is nothing like that,” I reply, shaking my head, then turning to gesture out the shop window. “Besides, it’s not like there’s a rival chocolate milk brewery across the-”

I stop in my tracks, shocked at the unexpected sight before me. I hadn’t noticed until now, but it appears another shop dedicated to the cool chocolatey beverage in having its own grand opening today. In fact, they already have a few customers milling about out front.

“What the fuck,” I mumble under my breath, forgetting about the letter for a moment and tossing it over to Ben. “I’ll be right back.”

Immediately, I storm out of my store and march across the road. Standing out front is a floating, sentient movie poster, who appears to be the physical manifestation of an actual film. She’s wearing a chef’s apron and is holding a tray covered in tiny chocolate milk cups. On her cover stands a couple in red and green Christmas attire, the two of them positioned before a sparkling tree. The title of the movie is My Sweet Holiday.

“Would you like a sample?” the sentient, physically manifested Christmas film questions. “Everything is half off for the grand opening.”

“No, I don’t want a sample,” I retort angrily. “I want to know why you moved in across the street from my chocolate milk brewery!”

The living concept’s eyes narrow, confused. “Wait what?”

I turn around and point back toward my shop. “We opened two weeks ago, and now you’ve got a competing location?”

“I’m so sorry,” the physically manifested Christmas film continues. “I didn’t realize there was another chocolate milk brewery so close. If I would’ve known then I wouldn’t have taken this spot.”

Angrily, I grab one of her chocolate milk samples and toss it back like a shooter, the cool liquid cascading down my throat. “I bet it’s not even that good!” I shout.

The second these words leave my mouth, however, I freeze. The chocolate milk is absolutely incredible, brewed to perfection and hitting all the right notes across my palette.

“Oh,” is all I can think to say, the single word falling out of my mouth awkwardly.

The sentient Christmas film laughs. “Not so bad, huh?”

“It’s… actually really good,” I admit, “but I’m still mad at you for moving in across the street.”

“I really didn’t know,” she repeats.

This time, however, my reaction isn’t immediate skeptism. Now that I know how much heart and soul she puts into her brewing process, it’s hard to believe this sentient film is all that bad.

“I’m Kelsi,” I finally offer, extending a hand.

“Bella,” she replies warmly. “I’m so sorry about the misunderstanding. Maybe we can figure out a way to join forces with a joint milk tasting or something?”

“That sounds really nice,” I reply, suddenly finding myself flooded with an unexpected emotion.

I’d come over here ready to fight, but that energy and emotion has quicky shifted gears and realigned itself. Now that I know Bella is actually quite sweet, and her intentions pure, it’s hard not to find myself charmed by her beauty.

I want to say something else, to continue our conversation in some way, but now I’m much more nervous than before. I can sense the words bubbling up inside me, begging to spill out of my lips but simply refusing to make their grand entrance. Suffice to say, I’m a wreck. Before it gets any more awkward, however, I’m saved by the approach of two new chocolate milk patrons who are excited to try a free sample of Bella’s wares.

“I should probably get going,” I stammer, then turn around and make my retreat across the street.

I’m flustered and overwhelmed by my newfound attraction, struggling to sort through these emotions and navigate the whiplash of quickly moving between anger and arousal. I suppose that’s just the way it is with these bad girls.

I’m so caught up in my thoughts that I don’t even notice the car barreling toward me. The driver tries to swerve as I glance over at him, completely caught off guard with a look of sheer terror plastered across my face. I instinctively raise my hands in the air, as though this might somehow stop the giant vehicle.

The sound of squealing tires erupts all around, but it’s too late for them to stop. The next thing I know I’m plunged into the vast empty darkness of sleep.

“Kelsi?” comes an unfamiliar voice, the tone cascading through my empty mind and illuminating my thoughts ever so slightly. Whoever it is sports a thick foreign accent that I can’t quite put my finger on, giving them an air of suave sophistication.

I try my best to open my eyes but they simply refuse to budge, shut tight as my brain remains disconnected from my body.

“Kelsi? Can you hear me?” the voice sounds again, encouraging me to give it another try.

I use all the willpower I can muster to force my eyelids up, these thin flaps of skin feeling as though they weigh a ton. Light streams into my field of vision from a nearby windows, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. When they do, I find myself laying in a hospital bed with a rather handsome sentient film standing next to me.

While his voice hadn’t been recognizable, his appearance does happen to slightly ring a bell.

The physically manifested living film is titled Lovesick Christmas, and his cover poster features a rather bland couple dressed in red and green. The sentient concept himself is much more interesting, however, breathtakingly handsome and looking particularly good in his doctor scrubs.

“Hi there, I’m Doctor Hudson,” he informs me.

“Your accent is so nice,” I gush, still feeling a little loopy. “Where are you from?”

“Billings,” the handsome holiday movie offers, smiling playfully.

“That’s what I thought,” I reply.

The sentient holiday movie checks a clipboard he’s holding in his hands, reading over my charts. “Do you remember what happened to you?”

I nod. “I got hit by a car,” I reply. “I was crossing the street, then I heard the screeching tires. That’s all I remember.”

The doctor nods. “And now? How are you feeling? Any headache?”

I check in with myself, taking objecting note of the way that my body is adjusting to the world around it. Honestly, I feel pretty damn good, but I’m struggling to determine whether or not this is just an unexpected side effect of being around this handsome doctor. My thoughts are consumed with arousal and attraction, as well as the lingering suspicion that I’ve seen him before.

“I’m feeling great,” I assure him, then immediately change the subject as my burning curiosity bubbles to the surface. “I’m sorry, do I know you? You look so familiar.”

The sentient holiday film smiles and nods. “I wasn’t sure if you’d recognize me. I’ve been to your chocolate milk brewery a few times, it’s really good stuff.”

“Aw thank you,” I reply warmly.

“I’m sure business is really booming now that your secret admirer letter has become the talk of Christmas Falls,” Doctor Hudson explains. “Everyone’s wondering who it will be. Romance is really in the air this Christmas.”

“What, what?” I blurt. “People are talking about that?”

“It’s all over the news,” Doctor Hudson informs me. “Everyone’s wondering if you’ll wake up in time to open it on Christmas Morning.”

I laugh. “Already? That’s weeks away!”
 “Actually, you’ve been out for quite a while,” the holiday film interjects. “Today is Christmas morning. Everyone is down at the brewery waiting for you.”

My heart rate spikes as I sit up in bed, adrenaline pumping through my veins. “It’s Christmas?” I cry. “Seriously?”

The doctor nods. “Yep, looks like you’ve woken up just in time.”

“Am I okay to leave?” I question.

Doctor Hudson smiles. “According to the most recent tests, you’re totally healthy. It’s… a Christmas miracle, to be honest. The only thing I ask is that you go straight to your shop and open up the letter. After being asleep this long you’re suffering from acute lovesickness, so any bit of romance will help you feel better.”

“Thank you so much,” I gush, immediately climbing out of bed and disconnecting myself from the myriad of humming machines that surround me.

The doctor hands me a bag with my belongings, then leaves the room so I can get changed. Soon enough, I’m back in my street clothes and ready to head to work, excited to see the newfound popularity my little shop has managed to attain while I was away.

Soon enough, I’m hurrying though the hallways of the hospital, searching for an exit and then bursting out into the morning light when I find it. I’m ready to head to my car when I stop in my tracks, realizing my mistake.

I didn’t drive here, the ambulance took me, and now I’ve got no way back to the brewery. It’s a minor inconvenience, but it certainly puts a damper on the heroic arrival I was planning.

Looks like I’ve gotta call a ride share.

“Everything alright?” comes a deep, unexpected voice.

I turn to see a sentient, physically manifested holiday film standing next to me, a cowboy hat sitting atop his head and a large belt buckle on his waist. He’s startlingly handsome, and I immediately find myself slightly taken aback by his presence.

“Yeah, I just need to get to my brewery,” I offer.

“Kelsi’s Chocolate Milk?” the living holiday film questions.

I laugh. “How did you know?”

“I’ve been eyeing your shop for a while now,” he explains. “I’m an investor. The name’s Gorgo.”

The living concept turns toward me now, allowing a view of his title that reads A Billionaire Christmas. It features a similar couple to the one’s I’ve already seen, clad in red and green attired and smiling warmlying before a shining Christmas tree.

“What are you doing here at the hospital?” I question. “Are you buying this place, too?”

The sentient movie poster laughs. “No, no,” he replies, shaking his head. “I found a litter of twelve puppies and decided to give them to some patients here.”

“That’s… a lot of responsibly,” I stammer.

Gorgo nods, then quickly changes the subject, springing into action. “You need a ride to the shop! Let me take you.”

“You’d do that?” I reply, thankful for the offer.

“Of course!” the living film announces, motioning to his left where a large helicopter waits patiently.

I reel in shock, not noticing this enormous flying contraption until now. I’ve never ridden in a helicopter before, and to be honest I’m a little anxious about the prospect, but there’s something about my new companion that puts my mind at ease.

Gorgo can tell that I’m nervous, so he reaches out his hand towards mine.

I accept his gesture, and together we head for the vehicle.

Finding my little chocolate milk brewery crammed full of excited patrons is a sight I didn’t expect this Christmas morning. We’d been chugging along steadily, selling enough of our craft brewed beverage to get by, but this kind of turnout is something I could’ve only dreamed of.

They’re all here to witness me opening my secret admirer’s letter, a gimmick to be sure, but during this month I’ve come to gain a huge amount of new fans. According to my assistant, Ben, business has never been better.

The second I walk through the door a crowd of patrons erupts in applause, causing a wide smile to break out across my face.

“The woman of the hour!” Ben shouts, motioning toward me.

I continue on to the center of the shop, where I’m greeted by my assistant with a warm hug. He hands me the sealed letter as a quiet hush falls across the crowd.

Glancing around the room, I take my time to connect with the folks who decided to spend their Christmas morning with us. While the attention here is focused squarely on me and my secret admirer, I also feel a real sense of community from this small-town crowd. Returning to Christmas Falls from the big city after all these years, I wasn’t quite sure how I’d be treated, but in this moment I’m overwhelmed with warmth and support.

I see a slew of familiar faces, but three in particular stick out to me. First, I notice Bella, the sentient holiday film from my rival business. This beautiful living concept is watching from the back of the crowd, quietly minding her business with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Next, I spot Doctor Hudson, the handsome living Christmas movie from Billings, who has somehow managed to pull himself away from his life saving work at the hospital to spend the morning with me.

Last, of course, is Gorgo, the cowboy hat wearing sentient manifestation of the film A Billionaire Christmas.

Any one of these three incredibly vanilla movies could be my secret admirer, I suddenly realize, a sharp spark of arousal making its way down my spine.

“Open it!” someone calls out, causing the rest of the crowd to erupt in a fit of laughter.

I smile, then carefully undo the seal of my envelope. I pull out the letter and begin to read aloud.

“Merry Christmas, Kelsi, I know we’ve only just met, but my love for you grows stronger every moment. I feel as though there’s a connection between us, and I thought this holiday season was the right time to let you know. I don’t expect a gift in return, but watching you smile in anticipation has been more than worth it,” I recite. I hesitate for a moment as I reach the end of the letter, now trembling with erotic tension. “From your secret admirers, Bella, Gorgo, and Doctor Hudson.”

The crowd immediately gasps.

I pause, letting the big reveal sink in before finally springing into action. “Alright, everyone give me some space,” I call out. “We’re closed for Christmas.”

The crowd begins to shuffle back out onto Main Street .

“Bella, Gorgo and Doctor Hudson, you all stay,” I continue.

Soon enough, it’s only the four of us left in my little chocolate milk brewery, the warm light of Christmas morning streaming through the nearby windows and casting this scene in a cozy glow.

Bella steps toward me seductively, swaying her hips from side to side. When the physically manifested holiday movie reaches me she wraps her arms around my body and kisses me deeply on the lips. I melt into her immediately, succumbing to the powerful desire that flows through my body.

The next thing I know, Bella is tearing away my clothing, stripping me down right there in the middle of the shop and tossing my apparel to the side. I gasp when the final layer is removed, leaving me completely exposed.

Meanwhile, Gorgo and Doctor Hudson are sharing a moment of their own, the two gorgeous Christmas film hunks making out with unbridled passion. I glance over at them and for a moment we make eye contact, smiling excitedly and then returning to the partners before us.

Overwhelmed with desire, I slip down to the floor before Bella, dropping to my knees and gazing up at the movie poster with eyes of aching lust. I gently kiss along her hips and caress her legs, warming the sentient concept before finally taking the plunge and carefully licking her pussy.

Bella leans her head back and lets out a long, aching groan as I work her, now appreciating the movements of my tongue. I start very slowly, just teasing her clit with a series of light flicks until, eventually, Bella’s hips start to pump back against me.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” the sentient Christmas film repeats over and over again, her voice spilling out in blissful mantra. “That feels so fucking good.”

The living concept is bracing herself against my shop counter now, leaning on it as she pushes herself against my face. I continue to work her, falling into a confident rhythm and eventually adding my fingers to the mix. I reach up and slip two digits inside Bella, these distinct sources of pleasure now swirling together and creating a holiday cocktail of sensation.

I’m so caught up in my work that I don’t even notice Gorgo and Doctor Hudson appear on either side of Bella. The guys begin to kiss the book between them passionately, caressing her body while I diligently work her from below.

A massive erect cock has emerged from the body of both books, their rods jutting out on either side of my head. Feeling inspired, I reach up and grab ahold of their shafts, then slowly begin to beat them off while eating out Bella.

All three of the beautiful books are moaning loudly before me, quaking while I dol out the pleasure with expert precision. It’s not long before Bella starts shaking a little hard that the rest, her stomach clenching and releasing as she hurtles toward the edge of a powerful orgasm. The tension within her builds and builds until finally it erupts like a carnal volcano, the Christmas film screaming wildly as she bucks hard. She’s completely lost in the moment, allowing the climax to envelope her and then finally collapsing back against the counter in exhaustion.

“Now it’s your turn,” Doctor Hudson offers.

Inspired by his words, I turn around and fall to the floor on my hands and knees, popping my ass out toward all three of them and wiggling it from side to side. I crawl forward a bit so they can get a good look, then reach back and give one cheek a playful slap.
 “Get over here and fuck me,” I demand.

The medical romance Christmas film doesn’t need to be told twice, climbing down into position behind me and aligning his cock with my wet pussy. I’m aching for his penetration, and when he finally thrusts forward I let out a gratified sigh of pleasure, my fingers digging against the wooden floor of the chocolate milk shop as I brace myself against his weight.

Doctor Hudson begins to pump in and out of me slowly, taking his time as I adjust to his incredible size. Gradually my sentient film lover begins to pick up speed until, suddenly, he stops. The living concept tenses up a bit, and I glance over my shoulder to see what’s going on.

It’s only then that I realize the living Christmas movie is receiving a penetration of his own, Gorgo saddling up behind him and thrusting his gigantic dick into Doctor Hudson’s hungry asshole.

“Oh my god,” the medical romance moans, his eyes rolling back into his head as he bites his lip in an expression of utter satisfaction.

The three of us grind against one another, struggling to fall into sync and then finally reaching a steady pulse that begins to pick up speed. We’ve created a carnal chain of sex, the three of us slamming into one another while Bella watches nearby and lovingly rubs her pussy.

Soon enough, the guys are hammering away at me with everything they’ve got, a deep and powerful orgasm bubbling up within the pit of my stomach and spilling out down my arms and legs. I can feel the sensations beginning to overwhelm my senses, flooding me with erotic tension until finally my body just can’t take it anymore. I break.

“I’m cumming!” I scream, my frantic howl filling the room as my muscles clench and release in spastic unison.

Apparently, Doctor Hudson and Gorgo are on a similar timeline, threatening to erupt with climaxes of their own.

“Cum inside me!” I scream.

The next thing I know all three of us are awash in the same sea of pleasure. Gorgo unloads his spunk deep inside Doctor Hudson’s ass, who blows his pearly seed in turn. The whole gang is screaming with unfiltered passion, our voices blending together in a choir of pleasure that never seems to end.

Eventually, however, the three of us collapse into a pile, utterly exhausted.

“That was amazing,” I gush.

Bella comes and sits down next to us, joining the pile of satisfied bodies. “Yeah, it really was,” she adds. “Honestly, I that was the best sex of my life.”

“Me too,” Doctor Hudson adds.

“Me three,” says Gorgo.

“Really?” I question, blown away by their deeply sincere revelation.

Bella nods. “I mean, this isn’t something that I do all the time, I’m typically pretty vanilla.”

“We all are,” Gorgo continues. “Just read the synopsis’ on our backs.”

“Maybe you should try branching out more,” I offer. “I’m so glad all three of you went in on this letter together, it made for a very special Christmas morning.”

The holiday films consider my words, nodding along.

“You’re right,” Bella replies. “We’ve gotta get some more diversity in our Christmas films. Only problem is, I personally have no idea how they’re made. Just because I am a movie doesn’t mean I’ve got the resources to produce one.”

“You could always self-publish a book,” I offer. “That’s a pretty good start.”

Bella smiles, dreaming up the title in her head. “These Holiday Movies With Bizarrely Similar Smiling Heterosexual Couples Dressed In Green And Red On Their Cover Get Me Off Bisexually,” she announces excitedly. “Sounds like an instant classic!”