My Librarian Is A Beautiful Lesbian Ice Cream Cone And She Tastes Amazing - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

hello buckaroos and welcome to this edition of CLASSIC TINGLERS REVISITED i am writing to you from the tail end of a small weekend vacation. you may be thinking 'what the heck chuck why are you workin on your vacation' and i will say that i find posting to you all very RELAXING and waking up to write out this trot is actually a real treat. maybe i dont want to do this work the WHOLE dang vacation, but a little moment to talk to my buds is very nice

today i am releasing an audiobook called THE LESBIAN CLASSICS GET ME OFF: SEVEN LADYBUCK TALES OF THE TINGLEVERSE and although all the stories of this book have already appeared here on the patreon it felt like a good time to post a tale that would fit right in on this ladybuck tingler. with that in mind i am presenting the trot of MY LIBRARIAN IS A BEAUTIFUL LESBIAN ICE CREAM CONE AND SHE TASTES AMAZING

i love posting library and book based tinglers because books are like little vacations. it is incredible that we have grown as human species trotting along first looking for food and shelter and then eventually saying 'well this is sorted out lets have little MIND JOURNEYS we can take whenever we want and call it art'. books are especially true of this way and it gives me so much appreciation, appreciation for the buds who make them but also appreciation for the buds who share and recommend them in a way that makes them accessible to all. THATS LIBRARIANS BUCKAROO

so as i finish up my physical vacation trot lets go on a mental vacation trot. please enjoy tingler MY LIBRARIAN IS A BEAUTIFUL LESBIAN ICE CREAM AND AND SHE TASTES AMAZING

 Sally works outside the office, and spends most of her time enjoying the peace and quiet of her local library. Today, however, something feels off. It turns out the whole place is just slightly colder than usual.

Sally approaches the front counter for answers and quickly finds herself face to face with a sentient ice cream librarian named Drenda. Immediately, the two are drawn together, and when Sally realizes that she’s getting twice as much done with the slightly colder air, she wants to give her thanks to this beautiful sentient dessert.

Unfortunately, Drenda has been fired just as quickly as she arrived, sending Sally on a journey of lesbian love through the meta layers of The Tingleverse, all culminating in a hardcore girl on ice cream cone encounter that’s as cool as it is hot.

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on librarian dessert action and lesbian ice cream love.

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MY LIBRARIAN IS A BEAUTIFUL LESBIAN ICE CREAM AND AND SHE TASTES AMAZING

By Chuck Tingle

In the modern age, not a lot of people still use the library. Honestly, it’s a real shame things have changed in this way, and while I typically welcome new technology with open arms, the ease of the internet has not been entirely kind to the world of paper books.

         Of course, libraries have done a lot to change with the times, carving out more space for computer labs and offering ebooks for download. It’s not nearly as massive an exodus as it could’ve been, but it would be crazy to completely ignore the significant drop in attendance.

         I, on the other hand, still love the library. As a women who works from home, I appreciate the fact there’s a free, public space for me to go and focus. It’s quiet and comfortable, with fast wireless internet and basically any office resources I could ever need. I’m not there every single day, but I usually drive over two of three times a week to break up my work habits.

         By now, the downtown public library is like a home away from home, a comfortable and welcoming place where my imagination is free to run wild, but when I walk through the doors on this particular afternoon I immediately recognize something is off.

         The difference is so subtle that, at first, I’m not exactly sure what it is. Everything around me looks the same, with the same rows of books stretching out in either direction and that same line of worktables positioned directly before me. However, I know at the core of my being that something is amiss.

         As I’m thinking about this I can feel a shiver run across my body, causing my exposed skin to tingle ever so slightly. It’s only then that I realize what has happened: the temperature within the library is quite a bit lower than I’m used to. On a warm summers day this might be a welcome change, but the weather hasn’t been exceptionally hot lately and there’s really no reason for this crispness.

         The change, however, is not that bad. I’m not actively shivering or trying to cover myself up with layers of warm blankets.

         I quickly recover, collecting my senses and heading out into the library, briskly walking past the rows and rows of empty worktables to find myself a seat. I pull out a chair at a great spot near the window, then retrieve my laptop computer, diving in.

         The longer I’m here, however, the more annoyed I start to get. Is it really that difficult to bump up the temperature to a normal setting? Who decided to make this change, anyway?

         Before I have a chance to really get started, I’ve found my mind flooded with all kinds of irritated thoughts, the frustration piling up inside me until, eventually, I just can’t take it anymore. I have to say something.

         Frustrated, I put away my laptop and pick up my bag, heading directly towards the library front desk. I know I’m supposed to be quiet, but I can’t help calling out a bit before I get there.

         “Hey, is there a reason the temperature is so low?” I question. “I’m trying to get some work done and it’s actually a little distracting.”

         I round the corner and arrive at the front desk, suddenly finding myself face to face with an unexpected sight. There before me is a librarian that I haven’t yet met, a new hire who just happens to be an enormous sentient ice cream cone.

         “Oh,” I stammer, knocked back a bit when I see her.

         It’s not that I’ve never encountered a sentient ice cream cone before, more the fact that I’ve never seen one this breathtakingly gorgeous. She’s absolutely stunning, with two distinct scoops of flavor in a golden waffle cone body that tapers down in just the right way. She’s also incredibly well put together, not a single drip running along either side of her sugary body.

         The ice cream cone is cataloging some books when I approach her, deeply focused but pulling away from her duties to help me out.

         “Hey there,” the chilled dessert offers with a smile.

         “Hi,” is all I can think to say, trying my best to gather my thoughts. “I just… I wanted to know why it’s so cold in here.”

         The ice cream cone falters slightly. I can tell this is a sore subject. “I’m sorry about that,” she replies. “I’m new here and, well, we had to bump the temperature down a little to keep me from melting. I wasn’t sure if anyone would notice just a few degrees, but it’s been causing some problems today.”

         I glance around the library, realizing now the emptiness on this particular afternoon is not just random chance.

         “It’s not a big deal,” I reply, trying to make the best of the situation. “I was just curious.”
         “I’ll let the head librarian know,” continues the gorgeous living dessert.

         “Oh no, it’s fine,” I offer, changing course. “Don’t worry about it.”

         The ice cream cone sighs. “I really should pass the complaint along, though. I’m here to help, you know? If there’s a problem with the way I’m doing my job then I’m not gonna hide that.”

         I admire her sense of honor, despite the fact I wouldn’t do the same if I was in her shoes. In this moment, I’m suddenly hit with an even more powerful wave of admiration, only this time I begin to understand it for what it really is, lustful attraction.

         Of course, who wouldn’t be attracted to an ice cream cone this beautiful and kind.

         “Is there anything else I can help you with?” the dessert suddenly questions, breaking through my trance.

         I realize now that I’d been staring through her, completely spaced out as I drift in an ocean of fantasy.

         “Oh, no,” I stammer. “Sorry about that.”

         “What’s your name?” the chilled treat suddenly questions, a twinkle of interest in her eye.

         “I’m Sally,” I inform her.

         “Drenda,” replies the ice cream cone. “It’s really, really nice to meet you.”

         We stand here awkwardly for a moment until, finally, I turn back around and return to my table. The lower temperature is still something of a bother, but Drenda seems especially kind and I’m willing to give this slight change a shot. Tomorrow, I’ll just wear a sweater.

         I sit at my table by the window and pull out my laptop, opening it up and then diving into my work. I takes a minute for me to stop thinking about the cold air that dances across my exposed skin, but eventually these thoughts fade into the background of my mind. Soon enough, I’m hammering away at the keys before me, taking down a variety of work tasks at a lightening quick pace.

         I barely notice as my to-do list gets shorter and shorter, until suddenly I look up and realize that I’m almost completely finished.

         “Wait… What?” is all I can think to blurt, the words falling out of my mouth in astonishment.

         I vaguely remember an article I’d once read about workflow in colder temperatures, how people are likely to be much more productive when the thermostat is turned down just a few degrees.

         “This is amazing,” I sigh to myself, double-checking to make sure I didn’t actually just forget a few of my daily tasks. Instead, I discover I’ve taken care of both today and tomorrow’s workload.

         Immediately, I start to pack up my things, excited to return to the front desk and tell my new friend about this incredible discovery. While it had seemed a little annoying at first, this slight temperature change has multiplied my productivity two fold. I’ve gotta start coming to the library more often.

         I approach the desk with a smile on my face, excited to tell Drenda the good news and hoping to flirt a little more, but I suddenly find myself faced with the unexpected scowl of head librarian, Manti Shims.

         As I’ve said plenty of times now, I love coming here to work, but Manti’s the one thing that’s a consistent disappointment about my visits. Her attitude is terrible, apparently existing in a constant state of annoyance and arrogant dismissal.

         “Where did Drenda go?” I question.

         “Who?” Manti replies firmly.

         “That ice cream cone that just started working here,” I continue.

         “Oh, yes,” Drenda replies, letting out a long sigh. “I had to let her go. We were getting too many complaints about the temperature and it just wasn’t a good fit.”

         I’m not quite sure how to react to this news, startled by the speed at which all this has transpired, but also finding myself slightly sympathetic to Manti’s plight. The library is a place where people want to be comfortable, so what was she supposed to do?

         Of course, it’s also a place for the whole community to come and learn, ice cream and human alike.

         Most importantly, I find my mind transfixed on a single, horrifying fact: that I may never see that beautiful sentient dessert again. I know our time together was short, but the attraction I felt for Drenda was strong enough to be followed up on.

         “Do you know where she went?” I question.

         “Home,” replies the head librarian.

         “No, I mean, where’s home?” I continue.

         Manti shrugs. “I think she lives down by the docks in one of those warehouses. There are pretty big freezers around those parts.”

         “Thanks,” I reply, then take off in search of Drenda.

         When I find her, I’m not exactly sure what I’ll say, but the compulsion is just too strong to ignore.

While I appreciate Manti’s hint that the beautiful ice cream might be living by the docks, her directions could hardly be seen as narrowing things down. There’s a countless number of warehouses down here, ranging from empty and abandoned to hustling, bustling business operations.

         I’ve made my way through about half of them when I’m forced to finally sit down and take a break, my breathing heavy and my heart slamming hard in my chest. This is a lot of work, much more than I anticipated, yet still I’m driven to push onward in my search for that gorgeous sentient ice cream and her cool, collected smile.

         It’s crazy, I know, but for some reason I keep finding the will to continue my journey.

         After a few minutes I stand up to continue my trek when I’m abruptly stopped in my tracks, my eyes focused on something strange that rests a mere five feet from where I was sitting. There before me is a small, melted dollop of ice cream, the drip now transforming into a sugary puddle in the dying sun.

         I glance around, checking the nearby warehouses for any signs of life and then gasping slightly when I notice one of them has a door cracked open to the outside world. Immediately, I jog over to the open door and peer inside as a wave of cold air washes across my face.

         I glance around in amazement, taking in the beautifully furnished home that has been constructed inside what I now realize is an enormous, industrial sized freezer.

         “Hello?” I call out, my voice echoing through the crisp air.

         “Coming!” someone cries in return.

         There’s a moment of shuffling from somewhere within and then, seconds later, the familiar golden cone and two heaping scoops of Drenda come floating around the corner. She stops when she sees me, an unfiltered grin quickly exploding across her face

         “Oh my god,” the dessert cries out with excitement. “You’re the girl from the library! Sally! What are you doing here?”

         This is a great question, one I don’t quite have a perfect answer to without embarrassing myself.

         “I just… wanted to say that I think it’s really stupid the way they fired you,” I stammer. “I found out and I had to come say something.”

         Drenda lets out a long sigh and then shrugs in acceptance. “I’ve gotta stay cold. I understand how that can be a little annoying.”

         To be honest, I’d been so enraptured by the beautiful living ice cream, I hadn’t even noticed how icy it was in her freezer home.

         “I was great, actually,” I explain. “I got twice as much done as I normally would. The cold made me way more productive.”

         The sentient dessert smiles. “Well, that’s really good to know, and I appreciate you saying something. Unfortunately, everyone else didn’t really give it a chance.”

         “Maybe they will!” I counter. “We can go back and talk to Manti about keeping a portion of the library cool enough for you to work there. It can be a special work zone or something like that.”

         Drenda nods along with me, trying to keep from getting too excited but clearly liking my idea.

         “If there’s one thing I know about libraries, it’s that they belong to everyone. Just because physical books aren’t as popular as they once were, doesn’t mean libraries can’t be an important meeting place for the community. Part of that is making some adjustments so everyone, warm or cold, can enjoy!”

         “You’re right,” Drenda finally agrees with a smile.

         “Then let’s go get your job back,” I cry with excitement.

         “Not so fast,” the beautiful ice cream retorts. “I’ve gotta finish this book and then maybe we can go. Don’t worry, it’s really short.”
         I notice now that Drenda has been holding a thin paperback in her hand, and that behind her is a home absolutely covered by stacks of books. She clearly enjoys reading, and respects the story enough to wait until her tale is done before taking action.

         “Are you sure you don’t want to just go now?” I question. “Strike while the iron’s hot? I’m kinda pumped up.”

         “Me too,” explains Drenda, but first I think it’s important to see if it’s worth the effort.

         “What do you mean?” I question.

         The living ice cream holds up her book, revealing the title.

         “My Librarian Is A Beautiful Lesbian Ice Cream Cone And She Tastes Amazing,” I read aloud. “Wait a minute… is that…”

         “About us?” Drenda offers. “It is, actually.”

         “Who wrote it?” I continue in complete astonishment.

         “Chuck Tingle,” Drenda explains. “He’s writing it as we speak. I’ve been reading this story for a while now and it’s just kicking into gear. I was hoping something meta like this would happen.”

         “Wait a minute,” I counter, shaking my head. “If you’re reading all this in a book then why were you surprised when I showed up here?”

         “I was faking it,” Drenda says with a laugh. “Just trying to play along.”

         “This is just too crazy,” I retort, shaking my head from side to side. “I don’t believe you.”

         With this, the living ice cream cone floats over to me and shows me the page she’s on, pointing to a particular sentence.

         “This is just too crazy, I retort,” I read aloud. “Shaking my head from side to side. I don’t believe you.”

         I stagger back a bit, blown away by this revelation. “Oh my god.”

         “It’s a lot to take in, I know,” Drenda continues, gazing down as she flips to the end of the book and reads. “Hmm,” she offers, repeating the sound to herself over and over again. Eventually, she breaks out into a fit of laughter.

         “What is it?” I question.

         “Don’t worry,” Drenda replies. “It’s a happy ending.”
         I take a deep breath and let it out, trying my best to come to terms with this startling revelation. “What kind of book is this?” I finally ask.

         The living ice cream cone offers me a playful wink in return. “You know what kind of book this is. You’ve known since you met me at the library,” she coos. “Don’t try and pretend you didn’t feel it, too.”

         I understand exactly what she’s talking about, but this whole encounter is still too surreal to admit to myself. There must be a reasonable explanation.

         “There’s not,” Drenda offers.

         “Wait, did I say that out loud?” I question.

         The living ice cream cone points to the page before her. “Nope, I just read it right here.”

         Suddenly, the wild and crazy reality of this situation hits me like a wave, almost knocking me over but somehow keeping me upright as my mind reels. I’m nothing but a character in a book, and I’m here for a very specific reason.

         “Listen, I might as well tell you, we’re not gonna get back into the library by talking to Manti,” Drenda explains. “She’s just not interested in working with me on this. There’s only one way for me to return to the library now.”

         “How’s that?” I ask, no idea where this is headed.

         “By making this book as good as it can be,” explains the sexy living ice cream. “This very book is how we’ll get inside, and then me and you will be together forever on the self.”

         I have to admit, that sounds really nice.

         “But, how do we make this book great?” I question, my voice trembling slightly.

         “Well, this is lesbian erotica,” coos Drenda in return, swaying from side to side as she floats towards me. “So a little passion couldn’t hurt.”

         The second our bodies meet, Drenda and I are kissing fervently, our hands gracefully exploring one another’s beautiful, feminine forms. I let out a long, aching sigh as Drenda touches me, her hands moving across my breasts and then pulling my clothing away. I slowly grow more and more exposed, but as my nude form is revealed the unpleasant chill is nowhere to be found. It’s as thought the erotic heat of this moment has warmed me well beyond any icy counter that the world could throw my way.

         Soon enough, I’m completely stripped down before the perfectly sculpted ice cream cone, the curves of my nude form on complete display. Drenda takes me in, eyeing me up and down and then grinning wryly. “You’re beautiful,” the sentient dessert tells me. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

         “You don’t mean that,” I counter bashfully.

         “You’ll see,” the beautiful ice cream replies, then begins to push me back.

         I follow her movements across the room, eventually collapsing back into a leather chair behind me and sinking into the soft cushion. Drenda floats down into position before my body, gazing up with hungry eyes as she pushes my legs open to either side.

         The ice cream cone reaches up and begins to rub her finger gently across my aching clit, moving in a slow circle across my most sensitive area. I bite my lip as she touches me, closing my eyes and settling in while my new lover works her magic. I begin to pump my hips along to Drenda’s movements, finding a pace as she gets me off.

         Eventually, the beautiful ice cream cone takes things even further, leaning in and adding her tongue to the mix. The second she licks across my clit I let a startled gasp escape my throat, not entirely prepared for just how good it would feel to enjoy her coolness. Drenda immediately gets to work, circling my most sensitive area in the same manner that her fingers had just moments earlier. Gradually, she elevates her speed, until eventually she’s flicking her tongue across me like a powerful vibration.

         “Oh my fucking god, that feels so food,” I groan, leaning my head back and gripping tight onto the armrests of the chair below. My first instinct is to bring my legs together and escape these powerful sensations that pulse through my body, but instead I decide to accept them. I open my legs even wider and take it all.

         It’s not long before I can feel the first hints of orgasm starting to build up within me, spilling out across my veins like a potent erotic potion. I’m shaking, my muscles pulled tight and waiting for release as Drenda drives me closer and closer to the edge.

         “Just like that, just like that,” I repeat over and over again. I reach down and place my hand on the back of the living ice cream cone’s head, pushing her even harder against my pussy.

         Without skipping a beat, Drenda slips two fingers within me, and the next thing I know I’m cumming hard, pumping my body against her as the climax floods through in a mighty wave. I let out a frantic scream that fills the icy room and echoes back towards me.

         This blissful moment seems to go on and on, lasting an eternity and then simply ending with a resounding thud. I feel absolutely incredible, fucked silly and satisfied, yet I still know this encounter is only just beginning. Now, it’s Drenda’s turn.

         I start to climb down off of my chair but I quickly see that Drenda has other ideas about how I should pleasure her. Instead of letting me move, the sentient dessert climbs up onto the leather furniture, hovering above me as she lowers herself down onto my hungry mouth.

         I can see her beautiful pussy at the base of her cone, drifting closer and closer until it’s directly upon my lips. I begin to lick, dragging my tongue across her wetness in a series of satisfying movements.

         “Earl Grey,” I pull away to observe for a moment, “and pistachio.”

         Drenda smiles, gazing down at me lovingly. “You like?”

         “You taste fantastic,” I inform her.

         I move back into position and then begin to eat her out once more, starting slow as I run my tongue in circles around her swollen clit. I take note of the way she’s reacting to me, observing the gentle heaves of her sugary body as she pumps up and down across my face. Clearly she’s enjoying herself, but to take her all the way I need to stay focused.

         We continue like this for a good while, and soon enough we fall into a perfect rhythm with one another, our bodies practically melting into a single entity. While I lick Drenda’s pussy I also begin to touch myself in unison, edging closer and closer to a second orgasm. I move my fingers in time with the lapping of my tongue, trembling and quaking in the same way that the sentient ice cream cone does above me.

         “Holy shit, you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard,” Drenda announces, bucking wildly against my face.

         I keep doing exactly what I’m doing, and moments later the sentient dessert is crumpling forward as her body is overcome with pleasure. At the same time, I get myself off for in an erotic encore of sensation, both me and Drenda completely lost in the moment.

         When Drenda’s finished she turns around and slides down into my lap, lying against me as we enjoy one another’s presence.

         “That was incredible,” I tell her. “Do you think it’s good enough to get us shelved in a library?”

         “Well, erotica is a hard sell for that kind of thing,” the living ice cream cone explains, “but… maybe someday.”

         We sit is silence for a moment, wondering what could eventually become of us. Drenda seems to understand all of this meta reality mumbo jumbo more than I do, but even I know that our story is about to come to an end. It’s a frightening feeling, but also one that’s full of amazement and wonder.

         It’s not like we’ll just disappear completely, though. In fact, if we do happen to get filed away in some library somewhere, we’ll probably keep getting checked out for years.

         “I know our time is limited, so I guess I’ll just say it,” Drenda offers. “I love you.”
         “I love you, too,” I tell her.

At Manti’s library in downtown Billings, the head librarian closes her book. She’s surprised by how much she actually enjoyed something but the notorious author, Dr. Chuck Tingle. It was a little much, at times, but overall it seems like the message was a good one, and it was certainly told in a unique way.

         Manti closes the book, titled My Librarian Is A Beautiful Lesbian Ice Cream Cone And She Tastes Amazing, and puts it back on the shelf, then sits for a moment in silence.

         Is it really true dropping the temperature a tiny amount can make people slightly more productive? That type if thing is probably not for everyone, but I’m sure a few of the patrons here would enjoy a slightly colder room to work in.

         Manti decides to spend the rest of the day figuring out how to make one room in the library a little cooler for anyone who needs it.