The Sentient Lesbian Dreidel Eats Gimel Of My Butt For Hanukkah - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

HAPPY DANG HANUKKAH BUCKAROOS we are halfway through this important time and let worlds greatest author chuck say this has been very fun holiday so far. as many know i have been in city of devils lately but trotted on back to billings to be with son jon and klowy and barbara and truckman all together from TURKEYMAN DAY all the way through HANUKKAH and dang what a treat this has been.

today is release of audiobook for THE SENTIENT DREIDEL EATS GIMEL OF MY BUTT FOR HANUKKAH which has funny dang story behind creation because GUESS WHAT it was recorded a year ago. last year sam rands bud georgia (who records all ladybuck audiobooks) recorded this treat of a tingle but audiobook website was gonna take too long and by then hanukkah would be over so man name of chuck made big decision to say ‘guess we gotta wait til next year buckaroos’ AND WAIT I DID. so i will say it is big emotional releif to not have this classic tingler hangin around not gettin the listens it deserves because i will say i particularly enjoy this story very much.

this is because i really heckin enjoy HANUKKAH it is a big deal at tingle household because even though ol chuck is what is known as a ‘dang goy’ rest of family inclusing sweet barbara and son jon and klowy are all jewish buckaroos and THIS MEANS worlds greatest author chuck gets to enjoy all the holidays and eat too many latkes and then feel sick on the couch and then go back and eat even more THEYRE TOO DANG GOOD. and yes to anwser classic question i am a sour cream buckaroo not dang applesauce WHAT THE HECK this is a meal not a dessert treat get that apple sauce out of here.

please enjoy this treat from TINGLE HOUSEHOLD to yours of beautiful lesbian dreidel eating a butt

Sarah is on her way home for Hanukkah with the family, but as a terrible storm sweeps across the United States, flight delays quickly transform into flight cancelations. Soon enough, she finds herself stranded.

Fortunately, a beautiful living dreidel by the name of Zelda is there to offer Sarah a ride, but when Sarah spins to determine just how far, she lands on “hei” for halfway.

Now the two of them are growing more and more aroused on this interstate road trip. When it’s time for Sarah to go, her loving lesbian dreidel hopes to warm Sarah up for the rest of the journey with a hardcore ass-eating encounter!

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on sentient game of chance action and lesbian dreidel love.

(Originally released Dec 8th, 2019)

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THE SENTIENT LESBIAN DREIDEL EATS GIMEL OF MY BUTT FOR HANUKKAH

By Chuck Tingle

The trip home for Hanukkah is something that causes way too much stress in my life, but at the end of the day it’s always worth it. As a big city girl with family who live two states away, I don’t get to see them nearly as much as I’d like, and any opportunity to make this long trek to the country is a blessing.

Of course, timing can change everything. Because my family and I are Jewish, the local airport can either be swollen to the brim or completely empty when I arrive. On some years, Hanukkah lands well before or after Christmas, clearing a straight path for me to get from point A to point B without much trouble. Other years, however, things just seem to fall in exactly the wrong order, causing my options to be limited and my travel plans to be overwhelmed with Christmas travelers clogging up the holiday arteries of a clean and quick transit.

This year happens to be one of the most clogged up seasons I’ve had to deal with in a long, long while. Of course, it also doesn’t help that a devastating winter storm has been making its way across the United States, grounding any planes that it comes in contact with and causing a domino effect of canceled flights far and wide.

As of now, my flight has only been delayed by an hour and a half, but I know better than to trust this estimation. When it comes to pushing back takeoff times, the airlines only tell you a little bit of the story at a time, slowly doling out the disappointment until finally plunging in the knife.

I’m standing with a small crowd of other travelers, gazing up at the glowing board of flight times and last minute changes. Currently, half of this massive screen is blinking with tiny red words in a bold, capitalized font: canceled.

My flight, however, is staying strong.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying my best to not let the looming anxiety of the season overwhelm me. This time of year shouldn’t be about the stress of traveling, it should be about spending time with my family and friends. I’m not going to let a little bit of travel anxiety completely ruin my mood.

Besides, nothing terrible has happened just yet.

The second that I think this our screen is updated, causing a cascade of disappointed moans to erupt across the gathering. A whole slew of additional cancelations have appeared upon the board and sent my eyes dashing around for answers. When I finally see my flight name and number I stop cold, a defeated puff of air escaping from my lungs like a deflating balloon.

“Fuck,” is all that I can think to say. “Canceled.”

Suddenly, my mind kicks into high gear, realizing the airline’s ticketing counter is about to have twice the line in front of it that it already does. I turn without a second thought and walk briskly towards the nearest counter, frantically seeking out anyone who can help.

My quick thinking pays off, and I somehow arrive at just the right time, breaking through the chaos and walking right up to an airline employee in his light blue uniform.

“Hi there,” says the airline worker. “How can I help you?”

“I need to new flight,” I announce, getting right down to business.

“Name?” the uniformed employee questions.

“Sarah Kunin,” I reply confidently.

The man starts typing furiously into his computer keyboard, staring at the screen before him. “Let me see what I can do here,” he offers under his breath, more to himself than to me.

He’s deeply focused on the task at hand, and yet something about his mannerisms seem off.

Eventually, the airline worker stops typing, then shakes his head in disappointment. “I’m sorry, we can try to get you on another one of our flights but it’s gonna take four hours before we know for sure.”

“Four hours?” I groan, disappointed.

The man nods. “I can check and see if any other airlines can get you out of here sooner, though.”

“Really?” I reply, thankful for his due diligence.

The airline employee nods and begins to hammer away at his keyboard once again, but I’m immediately struck with that same strange feeling while I watch his fingers fly. I begin to really focus in on the words he’s typing, and moments later I realize none of them make any sense.

I suddenly notice the man’s computer screen in the reflection of his glasses, and it’s completely blank.

“Hey!” I cry out. “You’re not typing anything!”

“Of course I am!” I airline worker shouts in protest.

“Show me your screen!” I demand.

The man shakes his head. “Can’t. FAA rules.”
 “I can see the reflection in your glasses,” I inform the employee, catching him red headed.

This shuts the man up quick. He takes a deep breath and then recalibrates, realizing now that he’s not going to get away with simply lying his way out of this.

The man leans in a bit, getting closer to me across the counter so that he can lower his voice. “I’m sorry, they make me do this so that everyone stays calm. There are no flights coming or going for the next two days.”

“What?” I blurt. “No flights to where?”

“Anywhere,” he informs me.

“Are you kidding me?” I cry out, a little louder this time. “No flights for two days?”

In my astonishment, I accidently raise my voice too much and catch the attention of those waiting behind me. A frantic murmur pulses through the crowd like a wave, causing utter chaos in its wake. The next thing I know, other travelers are yelling in concern, gnashing their teeth angrily as they push towards the ticketing counter and demand answers.

Thinking fast, I move to the side before I’m smashed under the weight of the crowd. My breathing is heavy and my heart is pounding, not just from my quick reflexes but from the overwhelming situation in general. All I wanted was to see my family for Hanukkah, and now it looks like that might not even be possible this year. The eight days have already started, and there’s not much time left.

If I left in my car right now then I might be able to make the drive in time, but as luck would have it, I just dropped off my car in the shop. Now I’m stranded.

I wander over to a nearby bench and flop down into it, defeated. I have no idea what I’m going to do now, and although I’m pretty good at pulling myself out of sticky situations, it feels as though I might finally be trapped in a dead end.

“You alright?” comes a soothing voice from beside me.

I glance up to see an enormous floating dreidel hovering to my left. She smiles down at me warmly, genuinely concerned.

“Not really,” I admit. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to see my family for Hanukkah this year.”

“I’m sorry,” the floating game of chance offers. “I know what you’re going through. My flight got canceled, too.”

“That sucks,” I reply. “Where were you headed?”

“Northbrook,” the dreidel informs me.

My eyes go wide with surprise. “Oh! Me too!”

We both smile, appreciating this coincidence.

“You need a ride?” the dreidel suddenly asks.

The second she says this I’m flooded with a sense of overwhelming appreciation and warmth for the fellow traveler. This sentient object could’ve easily just left me here and headed out on her own, but she came to me with an offer of kindness, asking nothing in return.

“I’d love that,” I stammer, still blown away by her holiday generosity.

“I’m Zelda,” the dreidel says, introducing herself.

“Sarah,” I reply, shaking her hand.

It’s only now that I realize just how breathtakingly gorgeous this living game of chance really is. She’s made of wood and perfectly sculpted, her curves nothing short of eye catching. Each side of her body features a delicately carved symbol to correspond with the game she was built for, and out her top is a short post meant for spinning. The beautiful woman has large eyes and a fun, girlish smile, which I suppose makes a lot of sense for a living game.

I stand up and grab my bag, but before I have time to get much farther the living dreidel stops me.

“Wait. I’m so sorry, but there’s something else I have to do,” Zelda blurts.

I freeze and then turn back to her, confused. “What is it?”

Zelda looks quite embarrassed by what she’s about to say, begrudgingly moving forward with the task at hand. “This really sucks, but before I can take you to Northbrook you’ve gotta spin me.”

“What?” I question, not quite sure what she’s trying to say.

“You have to spin me,” Zelda repeats. “It’s part of being a living dreidel. Hopefully I can take you all the way, but if you land on nun then I can’t take you anywhere.”

I’m a little hurt by the fact that I’d just received an offer and could possibly find it immediately taken away, but I’m also trying my best to empathize with the sentient tool of chance. It must be really hard for her to live like this, never knowing how much she can give to the people she cares about.

“Are you ready?” Zelda questions.

I nod and approach her, reaching up and gripping the post that protrudes from the top of her head. With my other hand I hold tight onto the sentient game’s hard edge, then moments later I push with all of my might, causing Zelda to wildly spin through the airport.

The dreidel twirls beautifully, moving from side to side with an unexpected grace. Zelda is so majestic that I momentarily forget the consequences of her fall, my eyes transfixed on the living object’s swaying form. However, when the time finally does come and Zelda topples over, I’m immediately pulled back into reality.

I stand over her, reading the result out loud. “Hei,” I report.

The living dreidel stands back up. “Half! That’s not bad! You can probably get a ride the rest of the way after I drop you off.”

The idea of being left out in the cold by my new friend isn’t exactly something that I’m looking forward to, but at least it’s more proactive then just waiting here at the airport for a flight that never comes.

Besides, she has point. I could probably hitch another ride after getting dropped off, although it likely won’t fall into my lap quite as quickly as this one.

Most importantly is one simple fact: I’ve got no other options.

“Let’s go!” Zelda announces, breaking through my trance and turning to head out of the airport.

I toss my bag over my shoulder and hurry after her.

It’s difficult to predict what a road trip with a complete stranger will be like, and it’s certainly an easy recipe for a terrible time if the cards don’t fall just right. Fortunately, it quickly becomes clear that this beautiful dreidel and I have a lot in common, and soon enough I’m completely at ease. This feat is even more astonishing when you take into account just how gorgeous Zelda is, but somehow her casual nature makes me feel like we’ve known each other for years.

We started our journey early in the morning, and by sunset we’ve just about reached the halfway point.

Unfortunately, this is where the car begins to slow. The two of us pull over to the side of the road.

“Here we are,” the dreidel informs me, a great pain in her voice. “Halfway.”

I look around, taking in the beautiful winter landscape that stretches out in every direction. “This is halfway?” I reply, already knowing the answer but not knowing what else to say.

“I’m afraid so. Are you going to be okay? It’s really cold out there?” the dreidel asks.

Thankfully, I’ve got a thick, warm coat with me and I shouldn’t have much trouble trekking over to the next town, the lights of which I can already see twinkling over the crest of a hill.

“Yeah, I’ve got it,” I reply confidently.

I start to get out of the car but Zelda calls out to stop me. “Wait,” she blurts. “I’ll just take you to the next town.”
 “That’s more than half, though,” I reply. “I got hei, remember? Gotta play by the rules.”

Zelda lets out a long sigh. “I guess you’re right.”

“It’s fine,” I continue, reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder. “I totally understand. Gotta play by the rules.”

Something unexpected happens in this moment, something that keeps me from pulling my hand away. My eyes meet with Zelda’s and suddenly the two of us are locked in with one another on a level that I wasn’t quite ready for, a potent connection that has been simmering just below the surface for the entire ride.

I now realize this tension wasn’t just weaving through the subconscious layers of my own mind, but through Zelda’s as well. I can’t beat around the bush any longer, I’m attracted to her in a way that goes well beyond just friendship; well beyond a thankful nod after a long shared ride across the state. I have to accept this living dreidel has something that hits my heart in just the right way, and moment’s like this are not to be taken lightly.

“There’s a few ways I can think of to warm you up before you go,” the sentient game finally offers. “How does that sound?”

My heart as slamming hard within my chest as I’m overwhelmed with erotic tension. “That sounds… really nice,” I finally say.

Suddenly, the living dreidel moves towards me, kissing me deeply on the lips. We wrap our arms around one another as we begin to make out furiously, our hands roaming in a fit of passion. I’m completely belligerent with lust now, allowing myself to give in to the cravings that are at the helm of my mind.

Soon enough, we’re tearing away one another’s clothing and tossing it into the back seat, stripping down right there in the car on the side of an ever-darkening road. The air is warm in here, and although we’re limited for space, I don’t really mind. All that I’m focused on right now is the wonderful sensation of this sentient dreidel’s loving caress, the way her touch sends a powerful shiver down my spine.

Zelda is teasing me now, running her hands up and down my body as we continue to make out wildly. She starts on my breasts, playing with my sensitive nipples and then moving lower and lower across my stomach. Gradually, she reaches my waistline, teasing me for a moment but not daring to take things any farther.

“Please,” I groan. “I need it so bad.”

Zelda waits just a bit longer, building as much carnal tension as she possibly can before final diving down at long last. She runs her fingers gently across my clit, causing a startled gasp to escape my lips. I close my eyes tight and lean back into the seat behind me, feeling as though I’m melting into it as the pleasure overwhelms my body.

The living dreidel knows exactly how to touch me, moving her fingers lightly back and forth across my most sensitive area.

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” I groan, my eyes shut tight as I bite my lip.

Zelda carries me along on this journey of pleasure, her fingers gradually gaining speed. Eventually, the sentient wooden game climbs over the center console so that her perfectly sculpted body is on top of me, allowing her a better angle with the movement of her hand but also giving her a chance to kiss me directly.

The two of us are all over each other, and soon enough I can sense the first hints of a looming orgasm sneaking up from somewhere deep within me. I can feel my breath starting to catch my throat and my muscles pull away, the sensation almost too much to handle. I refuse to let this happen, however, mustering up every ounce of discipline I can find to simply relax and enjoy the moment. I let the sensations wash over me and sweep me away like waves, adrift in the feelings as they swirl like an unexpected whirlpool.

“Oh my god, I’m so close,” I blurt, arching my back.

Suddenly, the orgasm hits me hard, causing me to cry out in a moment of unfiltered sensation. I completely lose myself, my eyes rolling back into my head as my physical body takes on everything it can handle. I feel as though I’m lifting up out of my own frame, looking down on the car from above.

Finally, when the climax passes I’m thrown back down into my body, reconnecting with reality as I let out an exasperated gasp. In other situations I might find myself exhausted from something so visceral and passionate, but right now I’m feeling exactly the opposite. This orgasm has energized me in a powerful and unexpected way, hungry for more.

“Now it’s your turn,” I gush, pushing the beautiful dreidel higher and higher until she’s straddling my face.

I take my chance and dive in, rapidly flicking my tongue across her clit.

Zelda clearly enjoys this maneuver, settling in above me and beginning to pump her hips across my mouth. She finds a pleasant rhythm, bucking along in time with the laps of my tongue as I eat her out.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” the sentient game of chance begins to repeat over and over again, the words falling out of her mouth softly as she picks up the pace. She’s riding me hard now, pumping herself across my tongue with reckless abandon. If it wasn’t for the fact that she can float, this position would likely be impossible, especially in the limited space of her car, but we somehow make it work.

Zelda reaches down and grabs the back of my head, pushing me harder against her as she moans loudly. She’s clearly enjoying herself, and I can tell by the trembling of her wooden body that she’s about to cum hard.

I reach up and slip two fingers within her pussy, filling the dreidel up as I continue to play with her clit. This maneuver seems to do the trick, and the next thing I know the living game of chance is consumed by orgasm, hissing through her teeth and then slowly allowing the sound to transform into a shriek of passion.

When she finally finishes she rolls off of me, back into the drivers seat. She’s panting loudly, struggling to collect herself.

“I’m feeling pretty warm now,” I tell the beautiful dreidel with a smile.

“Warm enough?” she questions.

I nod. “I think so.”
 The dreidel looks me up and down, narrowing her eyes as she checks me out and likely thinks an array of mischievous thoughts. “I don’t think you’re quite there yet. It’s a long walk and I need to leave you with something special.”
 “Like what?” I question, turned on by the mystery of it all.

“You’ll see,” Zelda replies, then opens the door of the car and climbs out into the falling snow.

I do the same, shocked by just how unbothered I am by the cold air against my bare skin. We’d been playing around with the concept of warming each other up through a spicy sexual encounter, but I never actually thought it would literallydo the trick. Yet here I am, standing in the middle of nowhere without a shred of clothing on my body, and I feel as though I’m sitting next to a roaring fire on a cozy Hanukkah night with a plate of warm kugel at the ready.

“Get over here and spin me,” Zelda demands.

I do as I’m told, strolling over and positioning myself once more with my hand on her top post and the other ready to push against her side. “What am I spinning for?” I question.

The living dreidel offers a playful wink. “To see how deep this tongue is going to go when I eat that ass.”

Excitedly, I throw her into a spin, watching in awe as the beautiful dreidel swirls up and down the side of the road. She looks absolutely majestic out here in the snow, and for a moment I can feel my heartstrings tugging even farther along then they already had. I know that I like this beautiful living game piece very much, but her graceful form sends a stabbing pain of real love through my body.

Finally, Zelda tumbles over in the snow.

I step up to read aloud the results as a satisfied smile makes its way across my face. “Gimel,” I offer with a wide grin. “All of it.”

Zelda stands up and quickly takes control of the situation, pushing back against me and leading me towards the car. The next thing I know she’s spinning me around and then pushing me forward, bending me over so that my bare ass is popping out towards her as I brace myself against the vehicle.

Now that I realize what’s happening, I get even more into the mood, wiggling my buns from side to side and then reaching back to give one cheek a playful slap.

The living dreidel doesn’t hesitate, immediately plunging her tongue deep into my butthole.

As thrilled as I was for this, I have to admit that having someone eat out my ass is an entirely new experience. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but the sensation is actually quite exciting. Even more exciting, however, is the idea itself.

I reach down between my legs and begin to rub my clit in time with Zelda’s movements, the pleasure now flooding through my body from two distinct sources. These feelings begin to work together in tandem, flooding across my form with exponential potency.

“Oh fuck! Take all of that ass!” I cry, my voice echoing out through the night as the snow continues to fall around us.

I’m quaking hard now, trembling as my body struggles to figure out how to handle all of these feelings. Zelda is plunging her fingers into my pussy while she eats my ass, adding so much to the mix yet somehow making me feel even more comfortable and taken care of.

Soon enough, I’m erupting in a fit of orgasm, carnal bliss pumping through my body for the second time this evening. It lasts for what seems like forever, until finally I collapse against he hood of her car.

Zelda helps me up, kissing me deeply on the mouth. We embrace like this for a moment and then finally return to the vehicle.

I get to work pulling back on my clothes.

“You know… I think I’ll just give you a ride the rest of the way,” the living dreidel finally offers.

I stop, glancing over at her. “Wait… really? Isn’t that against the rules?”

Zelda nods. “It’s just a game, you know? Sometimes I forget that the most important part of Hanukkah is spending time with your loved ones, not who wins at dreidel.”

The two of us erupt in a fit of laughter and relief.

“Thank you,” I tell Zelda, reaching out and putting my hand over hers. “I really appreciate that.”

“It’s no problem at all,” she replies.

“I was thinking… it seems like my loved ones have changed,” I explain. “Now there’s one more in the mix.”
 The living dreidel is confused at first.

“You,” I say. “Would you like to come celebrate Hanukkah with my family and I?”

Zelda looks deeply touched by this offer. “I would, but I’ve got my brother and sister to meet up with.”

“They can come, too,” I reply. “The more the merrier!”

Finally, the living dreidel breaks. “That would be wonderful,” she says, throwing her arms around me. “I think they’d really like that.”

We hold each other a moment longer then pull back as Zelda puts the car into drive and pulls onto the road. I gaze out the window as flakes of white dance past us in the wind, excited not just for a little bit of what this Hanukkah has to offer; not even half.

All of it.