Eaten Right By The Mysterious S Symbol Everyone Used To Draw - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

yesterday a new collection of LADYBUCK ON LADYBUCK tinglers was released and i thought it would be a good time to bring a classic lesbian tingler over to the patreon.

this one is a favorite of mine because when i started writing it i did not fully understand how deep the dang lore goes. figured i would do a little research and uncover where this S SYMBOL actually comes from and then write that into the story, but dang this mystery is much more hazy than you would think. whole thing turned into a fascinating exploration of HUMAN PATTERNS and thought.

it is kind of amazing the way culture changes and creates these explanations for things that are so specific to their time. it is very difficult to trot with perspective and realize 'oh dang that is not just OURS on this current timeline'. it is the feeling of looking at old video footage from hundreds of years ago that has now been colorized and realizing 'when i THINK of back then it feels black and white and now i realize that for these buckaroos it was just modern life in color'

or maybe i am writing this TOO DANG EARLY IN THE MORNING and my brain is floating in existential space. either way, enjoy EATEN RIGHT BY THE MYSTERIOUS S SYMBOL EVERYONE USED TO DRAW

 When Mary spots a strange and mysterious S symbol, she can’t help feeling like she’s seen it before. Is it the logo for the Stummy clothing company from the 90s? Some piece of art that just happens to pop up in subconscious minds all across the world?

Determined to learn the origin of this universal S, Mary begins a quest for knowledge that takes her across the globe, eventually arriving at a face to face encounter with the physical manifestation of this stylized S herself.

But when the truth is revealed, will Mary be satisfied, or will it take a hardcore lesbian encounter to truly satiate their cravings?

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on sentient symbol action and lesbian universal S love.

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EATEN RIGHT BY THE MYSTERIOUS S SYMBOL EVERYONE USED TO DRAW

By Chuck Tingle

You never really know the path that lies ahead of you in life. You can try your best to predict it, to analyze every angle and come up with a plan for the future, but there are just too many branches on this tree to account for them all. Really, it’s just a great big mystery, and it’s a mystery you’ll never get to the bottom of until it’s right there in front of you, when the future becomes the present.

         One day we might be sitting with our friend at work, sketching out a few ideas for a new graphic design assignment, and the next thing you know a mystery symbol is catching your, drawing you into an international hunt that will consume your entire life.

         “What’s that?” I question, pointing to a small sketch on the edge of my friend’s notebook page.

         Alice laughs. “You don’t remember that? It’s just the logo for that clothing brand from the 90s.”
         I narrow my eyes, not quite buying this explanation.

         The symbol is innocent enough, a simple rendering of the letter S made from two rows of three vertical lines a piece. A couple more diagonal lies connect them in such a way that the letter appears in as strange, diamond-like shape. Its unique but also strangely familiar, something that I’ve seen a thousand times but can’t quite to put my finger on where or when.

         “Are you sure?” I question.

         “Pretty sure,” Alice says, stopping her work. “It’s the Stummy S, from the Stummy clothing brand.”

         We’re under a tight deadline at the moment, and this is far from what I should be concerned with right now, but I still can’t help but follow my curiosity down the rabbit hole. I slide over and grab my laptop computer, opening it up and doing a quick image search for the ‘Stummy S’.

         I handful of results appear, but none of them resemble anything close to the image on Alice’s notebook.

         “Nope,” I inform her. “That’s not where it’s from.”
         My friend scoots up next to me and gazes over my shoulder, taking in the search results and then finally admitting she was mistaken.

         “That’s… super weird,” is all she can think to say.

         “If it’s not from a clothing brand then why is it so familiar?” I question, more to myself than anyone else.

         “I can’t really remember the first time I drew it,” Alice admits. “It’s like I always knew what it was, but that’s not possible, obviously. I must’ve learned it from some other kid at school or something.”

         “Me too,” I offer, “but where did they learn it?”

         This question hangs in the air between us for a long while until, finally, I break the tension with a long sigh and a shrug. “Well… whatever.”

         Alice and me return to the notebook and start working out some new ideas for the task at hand, diving back in as the clock ticks down. We need to get five solid ideas back to the team upstairs by five, and right now I’m not exactly happy with any of them.

         For a few minutes my friend and I are extremely focused, but as the time rolls on I find myself losing focus once more. At first, my mind just begins to wander aimlessly, but soon enough I realize where things are headed. I’m searching my memory banks, still trying to figure out the origin of that bizarre S symbol.

         “Mary… Mary…” Alice repeats in my ear.

         Suddenly, the sound of my own name breaks me out of this trancelike daze. I glance over at Alice, who’s wearing a concerned look on her face.

         “What’s up?” my friend questions.

         “I’m still thinking about that stupid symbol,” I finally admit.

         “Oh god,” Alice blurts, more than a little frustrated at this point. “Are you going to be able to finish this assignment with me?”

         I shake my head, admitting defeat. “I don’t know. My mind’s just not in this zone right now.”
         “It’s fine,” Alice replies, surprisingly understanding given the circumstances. “I’ll cover for you, but just this once. Head home early if you need to.”

         “Really?” I question.

         My friend nods. “But you’ve gotta get behind whatever designs I come up with while you’re not here, okay? If you go home then you can’t turn this around on me later.”
         “I promise,” I reply. “Thank you.”
         I hug my friend and quickly gather my things, my mind racing with possibility. I’ll readily admit my obsession with this unusual symbol is startlingly over-the-top, but my awareness of this fact doesn’t make it any easier for me to stop myself.

         Suddenly, a bolt of fear shoots through my body. What if there is no finite answer to this question, yet my desire to know even more just  never relents? What if I can’t even perform my job as my attention is pulled towards some unsolvable mystery?

         I need to get to the bottom of this, and fast.

         Soon enough I’m heading towards the elevator, taking it down to the lobby and making my way out of the office. Instead of heading towards the parking lot, however, I change course entirely.

         I’d certainly be able to focus at home, but I’m looking for a place to dive deep into my research. The public library is only a block or so from here, and they’ll have everything I need to find the source of this mysterious S.

         As I walk down the street I find my pace growing more and more brisk, anxious to see what I can find. From deep within the subconscious parts of my mind ideas are bubbling forth, theories about how this strange symbol could’ve manifested into reality. Alice grew up in Sydney, Australia, and I’m from here in New York, meaning the power of this S isn’t beholden to borders.

         Soon, my thoughts are traveling a mile a minute, flashing through my head in rapid succession before shooting off in a variety of different directions.

         When I reach the front steps of the library I’ve practically broken out into a jog, running up to the door and throwing it open as I make my way inside. I head directly to the front desk.

         “Hello there,” says the woman behind the counter. “How can I help you?”
         “Where’s the section on symbols?” I question.

         The librarian smiles and nods. “Aisle two hundred and six, row seventy five to eight hundred and nine,” she offers. “Is there any particular type of symbol you’re looking for?”

         “Alphabets? Letters?” I reply, not entirely sure how to put this into words.

         “Row Seventy nine,” the woman continues to clarify.

         I thank her and then begin my trek across the library, still trembling with excitement. The more I walk, the more astonished I am by the size of the place, and grow even more amazed when I discover the section for symbol research is absolutely enormous.

         I stand before a giant bookshelf that towers to the ceiling, gazing up at it like it’s some buried archeological wonder. With no idea where to even begin, I start at the top, opening up the first book on the shelf and scanning through it to see what I can find.

         For the next few hours I just read, my eyes scanning across page after page of material as I dig deeper and deeper into this strange new world. I’m on a hunt, but I’m not exactly sure what I’m looking for. It becomes apparent very quickly that none of these books will have a direct answer about the mysterious S, but that doesn’t mean a clue doesn’t lie somewhere within this seemingly endless stack of pages.

         The sun has long gone down when I finally discover my first reference to the S. I’m flipping through some selected photographs when I see something faintly in the background of an image that makes me stop in my tracks. This particular book dates all the way back to the medieval times, and shows a variety of different ideas for illustrating the borders of ancient manuscripts. One of these methods looks exactly like that mysterious S.

         “Oh my god,” I stammer, unable to tear my eyes away from the page before me.

         I’d assumed the creation of this symbol had occurred some time in the recent past, but this information was first published over five hundred years ago.

         Reading the sidebar, I quickly learn that this border was made popular through writing and illustration at the Brimbo Castle, which still remains as a set of ruins in the English countryside.

         I don’t even think twice, pulling out my phone and searching for tickets on the next flight overseas.

The journey to Brimbo Castle has been long, grueling and expensive, but every time I consider pulling back on the throttle of this adventure I find myself immediately swayed by the powerful temptation of learning more. There’s a mystery box just waiting for me to open it, a final answer to this riddle that I now realize has been tempting people since the long, long ago in the ancient world.

         I pull up my rental car and park before the castle ruins.

         At this point in history, people are free to walk these grounds whenever they’d like, the historical site now completely open to the public. It seems to have fallen out of favor, however, as there’s nobody else here and it doesn’t appear that visitors have made the trek in quite a while.

         I climb out and begin strolling up towards the stone building, taking note of the way it has collapsed over time in various places. There’s no longer a roof or floors, just a completely open structure where green grass has blossomed up and taken over. It’s truly a beautiful sight.

         I walk through the castle, not exactly sure what I’m looking for but paying close attention to every detail I can find. The building layout is quite difficult to get a full understanding of, planned with little rhyme or reason and especially confusing now that the original walls have partially collapsed.

         “Why would the entryway be over here?” I say aloud to myself, narrowing my eyes as I gaze across these bizarre ruins.

         In an effort to make sure I can see the whole building and leave no stone unturned, I begin to make a map of the structure, sketching out the walls as I walk along them. I don’t make it very far before stopping suddenly, gasping at the symbol I’ve sketched out on the paper in my hand. This entire castle was constructed in the shape of my mysterious S, and above it is a separate section built to create an arrow pointing off into the nearby woods.

         My heart is slamming hard within my chest now as I head off across the field in the direction of this arrow.

         The thick green forest looms before me, and suddenly I get a sharp twinge of panic deep within. The sun has just started to make its decent, and I’m not entirely sure how deep into the woods I’ll need to go.

         Hell, I’m not even sure what I’m looking for is still there. These ruins are ancient, and the answer to this puzzle could’ve been stolen away many years before I was even born.

         Still, I’ve gotta try.

         Soon enough, I’m surrounded by trees, cutting my own path up into the hillside through the overgrowth. If there was ever a time when a trail existed here, that time has long since passed.

         I walk for what seems like forever, the sun gradually drifting lower and lower in the sky until the colors above begin to change and transform, shifting from light blues to a deep purple and brilliant orange. Even if I turn back now, I won’t be back to my car before nightfall.

         Suddenly, I stop in my tracks, gazing up at an enormous cliffside before me. Of course, the cliffside isn’t all that draws my attention, it’s the familiar symbol carved into its base. There, carved deep into the rock and covered in moss is the mysterious, universal S symbol. Below it lies an open, gaping maw of a cave.

         My breathing heaving and my heart pounding hard within my chest, I make my way up to the cave entrance. I peer deep into the darkness, knowing full well that the only option is to continue onward, but still incredibly frightened by the prospect.

         With no other options let, I cautiously begin to make my way into the shadows of this rocky opening, diving deeper and deeper into the cold, wet hole. Stalactites hang down from above, and on them dangle a handful of large bats who pay me no mind.

         Fortunately, before the cave gets too dark and cold, it actually starts to lighten up again. I begin to see torchlight, and soon enough I find that the walls on either side of me are lined with several rows of flame, lighting the path onward. Along the cool hard ground several beautiful rugs have been laid out, as though someone has been waiting for me to arrive.

         I follow the path, twisting and turning deeper into the mountainside until arriving at a wooden door built directly into the rock. More light cascades out from under it.

         Not knowing what else to do, I step up and knock.

         “Uh… hello?” I call out. “Is anyone in there?”

         “Come in,” replies a voice, sweet and soft. “Come in and find what you’ve sought for so long!”

         I open the door slowly and peer within to find a well-furnished room lit by several burning torches. There before me, standing in the middle of the chamber with a wide smile on her face, is the sentient embodiment of this mysterious S.

         “Oh my god,” I blurt. “It’s you!”

         The S floats towards me with a smile, then reaches out and extends her hand, which I shake.

         “Hello, I’m the letter S,” she says, “but you can call me Sasha.”

         “I’m Mary,” I inform her.

         When I pull my hand away I notice a small slip of paper within my palm. Trembling, I open it up and read aloud the message written within.

         “This coupon entitles you to one free dictionary. Conditions apply,” I recite.

         I narrow my eyes, utterly confused.

         “That’s… not actually valid anymore,” Sasha informs me. “I still have to hand them out, though. I’m sorry but you’re a little late on finding me.”
         “What do you mean? What is this?” I stammer.

         “Viral marketing for the alphabet,” the living S states bluntly.

         “Wait, what?” I blurt.

         Sasha nods. “I’ve been here for thousands of years. When the alphabet first started, they were trying to figure out some cool ways to get people excited about it. I guess the suits decided that the letter S was a good place to kick things off, so they created this A. R. G.”
         “A. R. G?’ I question.

         “Alternate reality game,” Sasha explains. “You know, people would remember this cool S they used to draw, then hunt down the clues and, eventually, find me. I used to give out coupons for stone tools and stuff like that, but then those fell off a bit. Now I give out dictionary coupons but, honestly, I think that’s a little dated, too. They’re all expired.”
         “Well, why are you still promoting the alphabet?” I ask, deeply troubled. “Everyone uses it already.”

         “They do?” Sasha questions.

         I nod. “Yeah.”
         The sentient S considers this for a moment. “I guess it’s been a while since anyone has come to see me. I didn’t realize things had caught on so much.”

         Suddenly, the reality of this situation hits me like a truck, literally causing me to stagger back as I struggle to regain my footing. After all this searching, I’ve finally come to find that the real answer is I’m nothing more than a pawn in some viral marketing scheme from thousands of years ago.

         I fall into a nearby chair, still trying to collect myself as I stare off into space.

         “I’m sorry if you’re disappointed,” Sasha offers.

         I shake my head. “It’s fine. This is just not what I was expecting.”
         The living S continues to hover before me, and as I watch her I begin to find myself deeply empathizing with her position. I only had to take the weekend off from work, but Sasha has been here for thousands of years, and for what?

         “Do you like hiding here in a cave?” I question. “Just waiting around for someone to solve the mystery?”

         The floating S shrugs. “I guess. I mean… I don’t know. There’s a lot of stuff I’ve been curious about.”

         “What stuff?” I ask.

         “What’s it like to fly in a plane?” Sasha questions. “I see them in the sky sometimes when I walk to the edge of the cave.”

         “It’s pretty cool,” I admit. “You can get anywhere in the world in a matter of hours. It’s not super comfortable, but it’s very convenient compared to the alternative.

         “Wow,” is all that the living letter can say, her eyes alight with curiosity.

         “Anything else?” I ask.

         Sasha thinks about this for a moment. Eventually, her body language begins to change, softening a bit.

         “What’s it like to have sex?” she finally asks me.

         “It depends on the person you’re having sex with.” I offer.

         “With you.” Sasha questions bluntly.

         I consider her words for a minute, then finally take the leap. “Why don’t you come over here and find out.”

         Suddenly, the building tension between us breaks as Sasha floats towards me. I spring up from my chair and meet her with a barrage of kisses, my hands making their way frantically across her beautiful body. Soon enough, the living S is stripping away my clothes, revealing my nude form to the cool cave air as a pleasant, erotic chill runs the length of my spine.

         “This is so crazy,” I murmur between kisses. “I’ve never been with a letter of the alphabet before, let alone a letter involved with a several thousand year viral marketing campaign.”

         “There’s a first time for everything,” Sasha offers.

         Suddenly, the living letter is pushing me back again, causing me to collapse into my chair. She continues kissing me, but as she does this she brings her attention lower and lower across my feminine form. When she reaches my nipples she sucks on them a bit, teasing my breasts before continuing onward.

         Eventually, the beautiful living symbol reaches my waist, where she hesitates slightly.

         “Do you want me?” Sasha coos.

         “Yes,” I beg, quaking with anticipation.

         “Beg for it,” the sentient S continues.

         “Please,” I groan. “Please.”

         Finally, Sasha has mercy, slipping a single finger across my aching clit and getting to work as she begins to gently rub in soft circles. The second she touches me I can feel my entire form flooded with pleasant sensation, completely lost in the wave of bliss that now floods across my frame.

         “Oh my god,” I groan, closing my eyes tight and letting myself melt away into the chair. I’m utterly relaxed, thankful to be along on this erotic journey.

         Soon enough, Sasha takes things to the next level by replacing her finger with the tip of her tongue. The beautiful letter crouches down before me and begins to lap away at my pussy, starting slowly at first and then gradually gaining speed.

         Deep within the pit of my stomach I can feel the first hints of orgasm starting to brew, bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me and spilling out across my arms and legs. I can feel the tension building within, the impending climax looming higher and higher above with no sign of breaking.

         Clearly, Sasha is good at what she does.

         Putting this into practice, the sentient letter slides her fingers inside me, now working my body from two distinct sources. The sensation is absolutely incredible, and it only serves to make me ache for climax even more. I’m gripping the arms of the chair tightly, every muscle within my body pulled taut until finally the pressure is just too much to take and, suddenly, I’m erupting in a powerful fit of orgasm.

         I throw my head back and let out a mighty scream, completely swept away by the blissed out sensations. I feel as though I’ve left my physical form, the pleasure just too much to maintain within my physical shell and forcing me to ascend to some strange astral plane above.

         When the orgasm finally passes I collapse back in exhaustion, but instead of remaining tired and fucked silly, I find myself even more energized than before.

         “Now it’s your turn,” I coo, pushing back against the living S.

         I crawl down off the chair, taking Sasha with me as I push her back against the floor. I make my way down her beautifully drawn form, still marveling at just how perfect this design really is. When I reach her pussy I take my time, gently licking Sasha’s clit while she begins to rock her hips against me. The movement of this beautiful sentient symbol is easy to fall into, and soon enough I begin to pace myself in time with her heaves.

         All the while, I’m growing more and more firm with the strength of my tongue, pushing harder against her most sensitive areas. By the time I’m fully licking across her clit, Sasha has placed her hands against my head and is pulling me against her, taking control of the situation.

         “Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god,” the sentient letter begins to moan, repeating the words over and over again. She’s quiet at first, mumbling the phrase under her breath as she goes, but over time her cries grow louder and louder. Eventually, the beautiful S is screaming out at the top of her lungs, filling the cave with her erotic mantra. “Oh my fucking god! Oh my fucking god!”

         I can sense the letter trembling hard, aching for release, and this only makes me stay the course even more. My oral skills have gotten me this far, there’s no reason to change anything now.

         Soon enough, Sasha’s words begin to transform into something strange and unusual, a frantic squeal unlike anything I’ve ever heard. She’s hovering right on the edge of climax, torn between worlds as her body struggles to keep up with the myriad of sensations.

         Finally, when she’s good and ready, I slip my fingers deep within her pussy, filling her up and sending this beautiful living letter hurtling over the edge. Sasha arches her back up as her body explodes with orgasmic sensation, quaking hard as she hisses through clenched teeth. She’s completely lost in the moment.

         When the beautiful letter finally finishes she collapses back against the rug below, panting with exhaustion. I crawl down next to her and cuddle up close, enjoying her warmth against my skin as the two of us bask in the sexual afterglow.

         “Thank you for letting me share that with you,” Sasha gushes.

         I scoff. “Thank you. That was incredible.”

         “I’m sorry I’m just a viral marketing campaign,” the sentient letter offers. “I know it was probably very hard for you to find this place. It must be kind of shitty to get here and realize the mystery isn’t all that exciting after all.”
         I let out a long sigh, shaking my head. “I discovered something much more important than the answer to some silly riddle. I discovered you.”

         The two of us kiss deeply, enjoying the presence and warmth of one another in this otherwise dank, dark cave.

         “Are you going to stay?” Sasha questions.

         I nod. “It’s a little dark to go walking back through the woods right now. Is that okay?”

         “It’s more than okay,” she offers. “You can stay as long as you’d like.”

         “Actually,” I reply. “I was thinking you might want to come back with me. I work at a design firm and I’m sure they’d love to have a living letter on staff.”

         “Really?” the sentient symbol questions, her eyes overflowing with excitement.

         I nod. “And we’ll knock another one off your buck list with a plane right home.”

         “This is perfect,” the mysterious S says, no longer much of a mystery, but just as exciting.