Tales of a Church Harem (Ominbus)

I never set out to map arousal by liturgical calendar, but the data kept arriving: first as whispers in fellowship hall, then as banana bread, finally as full-throated testimonies on picnic tables, poker nights, and mission-trip van seats. My colleagues call it smut. I call it a longitudinal study in generosity, female appetite, and the structural oblivion of church husbands.Think of what follows ...