New York Show Cancellation + Classic Tingler Revisited

dear buckaroos. it is with heavy heart i announce cancellation of upcoming BROOKLYN NEW YORK LIVE SHOW this weekend oct 10th (this timeline). venue is already giving full refunds to all with tickets dont worry bud

as man name of chuck i have talked about my chronic PAINMAN WAY quite a bit. this is part of two issues of chuck: problem 1 is chronic pain and problem 2 is POSSIBLE CAUSE of this pain. if underlying cause is taken care of then pain might not be chronic but JURY IS STILL OUT BUD. i was given chance to have surgery in the future that would help but recently got unexpected call that said 'we can do your surgery in a few days if you can' and i had to take this chance. hoped recovery would be quick enough before big new york show. here is where i say BIG THANK YOU TO DOCTORS AND NURSES YOU MAKE THIS TIMELINE GO ROUND. they did good job and turns out ol chuck could maybe do a dang show with enough CHOCOLATE MILK in my belly keeping the pain at bay, HOWEVER i do not think 5 hour flights would be okay to get there and doctors orders have confirmed this. it is with this in mind that we had to cancel show while i rest my trot and stay here close to those who can watch after me for a week or so.

i do not ever like to cancel events it is very difficult for me so with this in mind i would like to say please support venue name of littlefield by attending someone elses show if you see one you like. they have been very understanding and kind so thank you buds.

next i am going to post classic tingler NEW YORK IS A LESBIAN AND SHE EATS ME RIGHT and make it FREE FOR ALL BUCKAROOS. that is right, even if you are not follower on patreon of chuck you will be able to download and enjoy this story as token of apprecaition. thank you for understanding buckaroos and thank you to doctors for fixing up chuck. hopefully after this week i will learn that CHRONIC PAINMAN WAY was actually FEW YEAR PAINMAN WAY wouldnt that be a treat.

LOVE IS REAL please enjoy

Lara is a small town girl with dreams of the big city, and when she finally saves up enough for a five day vacation in New York, she decides to plan out everything down to the minute. Unfortunately, from the second Lara lands, she finds herself immediately falling behind. Forced to change her tight schedule over and over again, Lara finally breaks down and declares that she hates New York City.

But a chance encounter turns everything around when Lara meets Apple, the physical manifestation of the city itself. Now Apple is showing Lara how to take it easy and enjoy everything New York has to offer… including her body in a passionate lesbian love affair!

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on physically manifested location action and lesbian New York City love.

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NEW YORK CITY IS A LESBIAN AND SHE EATS ME RIGHT

By Chuck Tingle

Thanks to a fairly intense work schedule, I don’t get to travel much. This is a real shame, because travel is one of the things that I’d most like to do with my life, something I constantly dream about as I gaze from the window of my small office on Main Street. It’s not that I don’t love my hometown, but I also feel a strong disconnection from the rest of the world out here. We’re in the middle of nowhere, with plenty of lush greenery and majestic mountains to go around, but not a lot of bright lights, nor big city.

Fortunately, after several months of saving I’ve finally purchased myself a trip to the land of my dreams, New York. Having never been, I’ve prepared a strict itinerary of things to do and places to see, hitting every single tourist destination along the way. The notebook I’ve created is a sight to behold, locking down every action I take in fifteen-minute segments, from my arrival to my departure five days later.

Already, however, I’ve found myself deeply concerned by potential disruptions to my schedule. I gaze out the window of my plane, watching the majestic skyline of the city as we make our approach towards the runway of Tingle International Airport. It’s a glorious sight to behold, but I’m looking upon it thirty minutes too late, after spending precious wasted minutes circling the air and waiting for airport traffic to clear a touchdown.

This moment should be a time of calm reflection, it even says so on my calendar, but right now my heart is slamming hard within my chest, the anxiety and dread continuing to well up within.

What if this ruins the whole trip? What if I miss out on everything this city has to offer?

I do my best to look inward and center myself, struggling to keep my cool and remember this is supposed to be a vacation, not just another type of stress to pile on with the rest I so often feel during the work week.

When our plane finally lands I’m the first out of my seat, throwing open the overhead compartment and pulling out my bag with one swift movement. I rush down the aisle and make my way out into the airport, walking at double speed.

“Thank you!” I call back over my shoulder to the flight attendant stationed at the door.

Fortunately, I don’t have any bags to wait for at the carousel, so I chart a direct path towards a train that will take me into the city for my first day of sightseeing.

“Excuse me!” I cry out. “Coming through! Gotta catch this train if I’m gonna make my appointment at The Statue Of Liberty!”

I hustle through and around crowds of excruciatingly slow walkers, my eyes laser focused on the destination ahead. I can see the open doors of the train as I

approach and I break out into a jog, but I barely get a few steps before watching them slide closed.

“Wait!” I call out, as if this will accomplish anything.

The next thing I know, the train is pulling away, giving me another 10 minutes to wait until the correct one comes back for me.

“No!” I cry out in despair. “I’m gonna miss The Statue Of Liberty!”

“It’s okay,” someone next to me, a kindly older gentleman, offers. “The next train will be here any minute.”

“You don’t understand,” I protest. “If I want to fit everything in then I need to keep to this schedule. It’s very, very tight and I’m already so far behind that I’ll probably have to skip the Empire State Building, too.”

The man narrows his eyes. “How tight are we talking? Because those two things aren’t particularly close to each other.”

“Tight,” I reply. “Very tight.”

The man considers this for a moment, rolling some things over in his mind. “Well, just so you know, there’s a detour on the train towards The Statue Of Liberty today, so it’s gonna take you an extra hour to get there.”

I just stare at the man blankly, struggling to even comprehend the words that are falling out of his mouth. “What?” is all I can manage to say in response, utterly dumbfounded and hoping this is just some kind of cruel joke.

“The train’s gonna take a little longer over there today,” the man repeats.

I feel like collapsing right then and there, just falling to the floor in a fit of rage and frustration. In fact, that’s likely exactly what would’ve happened if not for that fact that it would only take up more time.

I need a quick rearrangement of my plans.

Swiftly, I drop my bag to the ground and unzip it, pulling forth my schedule. I begin to go over the day, crossing out activities as I struggle to determine what’s left. It appears I might be able to make my lunch reservation at Greg’s Grub House downtown, so long as I leave right now and skip out on some of the other plans I’d had this afternoon.

“Okay,” I say to myself under my breath. “You’ve got this.”

I put my planner back into my bag and hoist the backpack over my shoulder as another train arrives and the doors slide open for me.

It’s a struggle to remind myself that everything’s going to be fine, and I try my best as the vehicle starts up, hurtling its way towards the city.

Glancing up and down the block with sweat forming on my brow, I’m no less stressed than I was back on the train, despite the constant reminders that this is supposed to be an opportunity to relax.

According to the map, this should be the exact place where Greg’s Grub House is located, but with all of these enormous buildings towering up around me in every direction, it’s hard to get a read on which way I’m facing.

Fortunately, I already know what I’m going to order when I get it, after looking over Greg’s menu for several weeks leading up to my departure. The food that I’m having has been just as meticulously planned out as the timing of my consumption.

After a few more desperate minutes of searching, I finally give in and ask one of the pedestrians walking by if they know where Greg’s Grub House is located.

The woman smiles knowingly as I ask her. “Well, you’re in the right spot, but you’re about three days too late. That placed closed down. Now it’s Troy’s Toast Tavern.”

I turn around and gaze up at the building right next to me, now realizing the basic framework is exactly the same as Greg’s Grub House. A wave of panic washes over me as I struggle accept that the meal I’d planned out and gone over so many times within my head will actually never come to fruition.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” I begin to stammer, nearly buckling at the knees but somehow managing to stay upright.

The woman notes my concern and tries her best to be supportive. “Greg’s Grub House was an awesome place, but Troy’s Toast Tavern is... honestly... even better,” the woman offers. “You should really give it a shot.”

“That wasn’t in the plan,” I stammer, my voice wavering then growing in volume. “That wasn’t in the plan! I hate New York!”

Suddenly, I take off in a full sprint, dashing through the streets of Manhattan with tears streaming down my face. The anxiety within me has finally erupted like a molten volcano, spewing everywhere as I completely lose control. For the next few minutes I have no idea where I’m headed or what I’m doing, just running as hard as I can. I wasn’t cut out for this city, and all I want to do is get the hell out of it.

Eventually, exhaustion catches up with me and I find myself slowing down. For a moment, I fear that I might actually pass out on the sidewalk, collapsing right then and there, but I manage to stumble over to a park bench and take a seat. I struggle to catch my breath, my head in my hands as the whole world continues to spin around me.

Fortunately, the slamming of my heart and the rotation of the universe gradually slows. I feel a sense of calm washing over me, my brain releasing whatever chemicals it needs to right this ship.

“You okay?” comes a soft, smooth voice from the seat next to me. “No,” I mumble, not even looking up.

“It’s a pretty good view,” the voice continues, “but you’re gonna miss it if you sit with your head in your hands.”

I take a deep breath and let it out, finally raising my eyes enough to gaze out at the admittedly glorious scene before me. Somehow I’ve ended up overlooking the water, a dazzling bridge swooping across one side of my vision while more and more skyline erupts over the rest. It really is a sight to behold, especially for a small town girl like me.

“Yeah, that’s pretty cool,” I admit.

I turn to look at the figure to my left and let out a faint gasp as I lay eyes on her, utterly blown away by her incredible beauty. The woman is clearly some kind of physical manifestation, although I’m not exactly sure what. She’s assumed the form of a large green apple, fresh and vibrant in the afternoon sun as she relaxes on the bench next to me. The most startling thing about this apple, however, is how incredibly attractive she is.

“Hi,” I stammer. “I’m Lara.”

“I’m the physical manifestation of New York City, but you can call me Apple,” the living city informs me.

I suddenly remember that I’d been shouting about how much I hate New York and become incredibly embarrassed. I hope she didn’t hear that.

As if to answer my question, Apple chuckles to herself and smirks. “I heard you hate New York.”

“Oh!” I blurt, trying my best to backpedal after being caught red handed. “I was just... did you... huh. You heard that?”

The physical manifestation of New York City nods. “I did.”
“Sorry,” I reply, finally giving up on my attempts to turn things around.
“It’s okay,” Apple continues with genuine nonchalance. “A lot of people out

there hate New York City. Hell, a lot of people who live here say they hate it. Although, most of them are just talking shit.”

“I lot of people love New York, too,” I offer.

The sentient manifestation of the city nods. “Yeah, that’s how the saying goes.”

“I’m so sorry,” I continue. “It’s been a really hard day. I just got in and I had all of these plans that aren’t working out. I had a lot of ideas about how I wanted my time in New York City to go down and now the whole thing seems to be falling apart.”

“Like what?” New York City questions.

“Well, for starters, I wanted to go to Greg’s Grub House, and now it’s Troy’s Toast Tavern,” I reply.

New York City laughs. “It’s the same owners, they just changed the name and the menu. The food is way better now, too.”

I let out a long sigh. “That’s what I heard.”

The physically manifested city leans in a bit, as if to impart some very important advice. There’s a weight to her voice now that wasn’t there before, cutting through all the noise. “Here’s the thing about visiting New York City, or anywhere really,” Apple begins. “It’s okay to make plans, but the best moments this place has to offer are going to come out of nowhere. You kinda just want to let the city wash over you. Don’t make it bend to your will, because you’ll just end up disappointed.”

“I’m not totally sure I understand,” I admit.

The sentient physical manifestation of New York smiles. “How about I show you then?”

“Really?” I blurt.

“Sure,” she offers, hovering off of the bench and heading back in the direction I’d come from. “Come with me.”

I stand up and scurry behind, still a little confused by whatever’s happening right now. “Where are we going?” I question.
“I don’t know,” Apple replies. “That’s kinda the point.”
New York City and I begin to make our way down the streets of Manhatten,

taking it all in. Now that I’m not sprinting from one place to the next, I find myself actually getting a feel for the place, the interactions of the people and the incredible variety of lifestyles on display. It seems like every type of person on Earth has all gathered here, making the city their home. It’s truly moving.

“Are you getting hungry?” Apple questions.
I nod. “Yeah, I skipped lunch.”
“What do you want to eat?” the physical manifestation of New York City

continues.
“I don’t have a reservation anywhere,” I counter. “I’ll just wait until dinner

time.”
Apple laughs. “Some places you need a reservation months in advance, but

there’s also places around here that are just as good if you walk right up to the counter and make your order. That’s the beauty of a city like me. Now take a look around and see if anything sounds tasty to you.”

I stop on the street corner, scanning my surroundings. I make a note of each different establishment, including the food carts, then finally stop on a nearby pizza place offering piping hot slices to go.

“Oh my god,” I blurt. “That looks so good.”
“Excellent choice,” New York City offers in return.
We stroll over to the pizza joint, heading inside and each ordering a fresh

slice. We pay for our food and then hit the road once again, eating while we walk.

The second this triangular piece of flat, cheesy goodness hits my taste buds I feel a wave of absolute satisfaction and tranquility. This right here is what it’s all about, and I’m finally starting to realize that my ambitions about this trip had only been holding me back.

Eventually, a soft rhythm of distant music begins to cascade across my ears, thunderous and low.

“What’s that?” I question.
Apple shrugs. “You wanna go find out?”
We follow the noise, the sound slowing getting louder and louder as we

make our way through the crowded city streets. Eventually, our path opens up into an enormous green park where a stage has been set up. A band is playing while a packed field of New Yorkers watch intently, some of them jumping up and down with excitement while others hang back and watch the show from their perches across the hilly green grass.

Apple and I stay where we are, enjoying the show as we finish our pizza and the smiles begin to creep their way farther and farther across our faces. I glance over at the physically manifested city, not intending to stare but finding my gaze immediately trapped by her absolute beauty. She’s incredible, and I’m definitely realizing that I do not, in fact, hate New York.

In fact, I think I love New York.

The physical manifestation of the city catches me staring at her and suddenly turns to me with a grin and a laugh. “What?” she questions playfully.

“You’re beautiful,” I offer.

The second I say this, New York’s expression changes from fun to flirtatious. It appears the two of us are on exactly the same page, the erotic tension passing back and forth now without any help from words or phrases.

“Come here,” Apple offers, nodding towards a small gathering of shrubs and trees. “I want to show you something.”

I follow behind her curiously, the two of us slinking off into the shadows as the rest of the crowd remains transfixed by the musicians rocking out before them. I push my way deeper into the thick brush, curious about what’s waiting for me on the other side, until suddenly my questions are answered as Apple leaps out and kisses me deeply on the mouth.

I kiss New York City back, giving in completely as the two of us make out furiously. The physically manifested city’s hands begin to explore my body, making their way across my form as she strips away my clothes and tosses it to the side.

Her attention starts at my shoulders, then my breasts, then my stomach, working her way down. Eventually, Apple reaches my waistline. She hovers here

for a moment, teasing me playfully and then finally slips even lower, gentling rubbing my clit with her fingers.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, the sensation immediately hitting me in just the right way.

I pull the city close, feeling the warmth of her body against me as she continues to rub my pussy.

Eventually, though, Apple pushes onward, determined to provide me with even more pleasure. The beautiful manifestation drops down to her knees, gazing up at me with lustful eyes before diving in and graciously lapping her tongue across my clit. I let out a soft moan as the floating green apple gets to work, diligently pleasuring me with her incredible oral skills.

“That feels so good,” I groan, my eyes shut tight as my hands creep down onto the back of Apple’s head. I begin to push her against me more and more, coaxing her into faster movements of her tongue.

Eventually, the apple begins to slip in a few fingers, filling me up as she continues to orally service my body. The sensation is incredible, immediately causing me to tremble and quake with ecstasy. The first hints of a blossoming orgasm at the pit of my stomach have started to bloom, spreading out across my arms and legs as they flood though my veins.

I’m red in the face, unable to control that sounds that are falling out of my mouth.

“Just like that, just like that,” I begin to repeat, mumbling the words over and over in a soft, aching trance. With every passing round my vocalizations grow louder and louder, spilling out of me with increasing volume until I’m shrieking at the top of my lungs. “Just like that! Just like that!”

Fortunately, the music from the nearby band drowns me out and keeps me from alerting any passers by, and as the feelings within me continue to build I let go of any prior inhibitions. I allow my body to fully relax, to accept the incredible work that Apple is doing as she feverishly eats me out.

“I’m gonna cum!” I suddenly announce, every muscle clenching tight and then releasing in a spastic wave of pleasant sensation.

The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, causing me to stumble a bit and then finally drop to my knees next to Apple. The next thing I know, the two of us are laughing together, thrilled at just how powerful my climax had been. It’s not long before our giggling turns into even more kisses, however, and the next thing I know the sentient manifestation of New York City and I are rolling together in the grass.

Simply exploring the body of the gorgeous manifestation is enough to set my heart alight, her touch thrilling me in a way that I’ve never before experienced.

The connection between us is something that clearly goes beyond this physical realm, and yet physical touch is such a fantastic way to celebrate it.

I reach down and begin to tease Apple in the same way that she teased me, gently rubbing her as our legs intertwine. I’m kissing her deeply on the mouth as I finally slip a single finger inside of her green apple pussy, and I can feel her breath quicken from this maneuver.

Gradually, I begin to slip down across New York City’s beautiful, physically manifested body, dropping lower and lower as I kiss every part of her perfect form. I take my time with Apple, toying with her as I go. Eventually, though, I arrive at her pussy, diving in and beginning to work her orally.

The physical manifestation of New York City lets out a long, satisfied sigh, arching her back as I lap away at her. I take my time with the beautiful living city, starting by running my tongue around her clit in soft, slow circles. Eventually, I speed things up, finding a rhythm as I rapidly tickle her most sensitive areas.

“Oh yeah, that’s perfect,” Apple stammers, starting to grind back against my face as she drifts closer and closer to a powerful orgasm of her own.

I reach down between my own legs and start to finger myself again, rubbing a single digit back and forth across my clit. Although I’d just cum only a few moments earlier, I’m already ready for more. There’s something about this city that’s endlessly satisfying, a never-ending maze of mystery and excitement. I’m not one to try and push myself over the edge of climax too many times in a single evening, but with Apple, things are completely different. Faster and faster I move with my fingers, matching the pulses of my hand with the rhythm of my flickering tongue.

Suddenly, I can feel Apple’s fingers intertwine with my own. She’s letting me do my own work, but helping me along, just adding her warmth and support to the mix while I take the reins of something incredible. This city has a reputation for being cold and callus, but right now I see no evidence of that. Instead, I find myself surrounded by a beautiful warmth, utterly blissed out as Apple and I vibrate on exactly the same wavelength.

Soon enough, I’m pushing Apple over the edge. The sentient physical manifestation of New York City tilts her head back and lets out a scream of absolute passion, completely losing herself in the moment. Meanwhile, I don’t let up for a second, determined to carry her all the way through this climax and deliver the most pleasure that I possibly can.

I soon join my living city lover with a climax of my own, our voices twisting together in a chorus of satisfied groans.

“Oh my fucking god, that feels so good!” I cry out, my eyes rolling back into my head.

The orgasms seem to go on and on forever, Apple’s body going through a potent series of different sensations and then finally ending up back where it started. The manifested city finally collapses onto the grass, panting with utter exhaustion. Moment’s later, I join her.

“That was incredible,” I tell the manifestation, climbing up next to Apple and pulling her close.

The two of us lay like this for a good while, staring up at the sky above through holes in the lush green trees. The music continues to ring out all around us, but now that I’m paying closer attention I can hear the sounds of the city mixed in with it. There’s so much happening here that it was crazy of me to try and fit it all in during a single trip.

“You know, a lot of people say I love New York,” Apple suddenly muses, breaking the silence. “It’s on shirts. It’s a catchphrase.”

“Yeah,” I reply with a nod, listening intently.

“When you said it earlier, did you mean it like that?” the manifestation questions, “or did you mean... I love New York.”

I roll over to look her in the eye. “If there’s one thing you’ve taught me today, it’s that I shouldn’t try to rush things,” I explain.

“Fair enough,” Apple replies, looking slightly disappointed.

“But, I’ve got five days here to figure it out, and I’d love to spend those five days with you,” I continue.

The sentient physical manifestation smiles, then kisses me deeply on the lips one more time. “I’d like that.”

“I’ve got a feeling it’s more than just the catchphrase,” I finally offer, unable to help myself. “I’ve got a feeling this is what I’ve been trying to find for a very long time.”