The Sentient Physical Manifestation Of Halloween Eats Me Out - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

dang OCTOBER IS HERE ON THIS TIMELINE not much else to revisit about that when you are ready to get tingled by halloween. new audiobook is comin out today of this classic way so thought i would post it for all my patreon buds to enjoy. great way to prove love is real when you wanna kiss a beauitful pumpkin then you open up top of her head and 'whoa what the heck is that an orange and black strap-on inside' and beautiful pumpkin says yes and you say 'dang. happy halloween'.

Gabby loves Halloween, but her husband Cork doesn’t want her to celebrate after Gabby’s excitement starts making him jealous. Fortunately, this is the last straw that Gabby needs before dumping his ass and heading out to live her truth.

Now Gabby’s realizing there are plenty of desires she’s always had and never been able to experience, like Halloween and other women. Soon enough, Gabby is allowing herself to experience the things that truly make her happy, and when she meets the physical manifestation of Halloween at a Halloween carnival, Gabby gets the chance to put these ideas to the test.

Soon enough, Gabby and the beautiful manifestation of Halloween are wrapped up in a spooky, sexy lesbian encounter under the full moon, and it’s never felt so right!

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling human on autumn holiday action and lesbian Halloween love.

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THE SENTIENT PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF HALLOWEEN EATS ME OUT

By Chuck Tingle

We all have a favorite holiday, a time of year that reaches out and touches us deep down in the depths of our soul. Of course, it makes perfect sense to find solace and comfort in these special days; as most of them are designed with tradition in mind. By their very nature, these events are supposed to jump out at us with the promise of something new, a break from the daily grind that we’ve all grown accustomed to.

My favorite holiday is, by far, Halloween. Ever since I was a kid I’ve always loved spooky stuff, regardless of what time of the year it was. I would read as many ghost stories as I could get my hands on, at first frightening myself too much to enjoy them and then finally developing a sort of love for this nervous feeling of excitement. I’d watch every scary movie I could find until, eventually, I just stopped being scared.

I understand these frightening things aren’t for everyone, and that’s totally fine with me. What I love about Halloween, however, is that it’s a chance for even the most straight-laced folks, who hate the feeling of a shiver down their spine, to finally cut loose.  Instead of being the weird girl who likes ghosts and goblins, Halloween is a night I get to fit right in and be myself.

Of course, there’s plenty of warm, wholesome coziness that comes along with Halloween, too. If you took out all the zombies and vampires, you’d still be left with a time of year when the leaves start to change and the nights become longer. There’s a crispness to everything as Autumn arrives, the whole world transforming around you as one chapter ends and another begins.

Pumpkins start showing up in every food or beverage across the board, flooding the world with a new twist on classic treats.

But here I go rambling on and on about Halloween again, something that has been causing a lot of problems in my relationship as of late. I know it sounds crazy, and to tell you the truth, I’m not exactly sure what to do about it.

For the most part, my husband Cork and I have a pretty great relationship. We get along well and hardly argue about anything, but I’d be lying if I said he didn’t have the slightest bit of jealousy bottled up inside him.

I can tell Cork is in one of his moods when he arrives home from work, standing behind me and watching over my shoulder as I place an adorable Frankenstein figurine on the mantle.

“Hey,” I stammer, turning around to meet his gaze.

My husband just stares past me, his eyes remaining transfixed on the small Halloween decoration. There’s something about Cork’s body language that immediately sets me on edge, a tenseness that can’t be ignored no matter how hard I try.

Come to think of it, now that October’s rolled around I’ve been ignoring this heavy presence within our interactions quite a bit more often. There’s a strange, lingering something between us that hangs in the air like a suffocating net.

“Are you okay?” I question. “How was work?”

“Fine,” is all that Cork offers in reply. He’s trying his best to give me attention now, but I can tell this kind of personal focus is very difficult, and at complete odds with his mental state. His gaze is dancing back and forth between me and the figure behind.

I finally crack, sighing loudly as I give in to the frustration. “What?” I blurt.

My husband smiles. “Nothing, Gabby.”

I don’t need to add any words to my informational demand, the expression on my face saying it all as I continue to stare at Cork with a powerful sternness. “What?” I repeat.

Finally, Cork breaks. However, when my husband’s expression finally gives way it doesn’t seem to fill him with a sense of relaxation, like it did for me. Instead, this appears to be a moment for my husband to finally let his simmering anger fly, the emotion decisively pushing up through the surface and revealing itself to me.

I have to admit, I’m utterly horrified. I mentioned the slight bit of jealousy that I’d seen in my husband before, but this is a whole other level. This is something that can’t be unseen.

“It’s just… the Halloween stuff,” Cork says, shaking his head in frustration. “Why are you so obsessed with Halloween? Like… would you rather be withHalloween than me?”

I just stare at him blankly, not quite sure how to respond. At first, I think he must be joking as a slight smile creeps its way across my face, but I quickly realize the seething anger within Cork is quite real.

“I just like Halloween,” is all I can think to say in response.

Cork rolls his eyes. “Do you really just like it though? Or do you love it?”
 “I mean… I love it, too,” I continue.

“So you admit it!” Cork blurts. “Finally!”

“I’m so confused,” I reply.

My husband walks over and takes my Frankenstein figurine off of the shelf, turning back around with confidence and marching towards a trashcan in the kitchen.  The second I realize what he’s doing, something clicks within me. My mind floods with a revelation that I should’ve seen coming a mile away and, to tell you the truth, probably did. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.

Cork drops my Frankenstein figurine into the trash can with a loud thud. “If you want to be me wife, then you’re gonna have to get rid of this Halloween stuff.”

“Okay,” I offer confidently.

“Good,” my husband replies with a nod. “I’m glad you’ve come around. Lets go out on the porch and get rid of those jack-o-lanterns.”

“No, I mean okay as in: we’re getting a divorce,” I clarify.

“Wait what?” Cork stammers, not at all expecting me to call his bluff.

Of course, I’m not just calling his bluff without a hand of my own. I’m perfectly happy with my decision and the second I make it, I feel as though an enormous weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Suddenly, my vision is crystal clear, and my bird’s eye view of this relationship is revealing a lot of things that I’m not exactly happy with.

I don’t want to be with a partner who’s this jealous.

Without another word, I spring into action, strolling past Cork and up the stairs of our home. I immediately grab a bag and begin to fill it with all the things I’ll need for the next few weeks.

“Where are you going?” Cork demands to know, following me.

“I’ll stay with Trimba,” I reply, not slowing down for a second.

Once my bag is packed I turn around and head back down the stairs, stopping at the trash can to retrieve my Frankenstein figurine.

“If you walk out that door, I won’t be here when you get back!” my husband calls out after me.

“That’s kinda what I‘m counting on,” I inform him.

Three weeks with Trimba is exactly what I needed. My best friend for life has always taken care of me and supported me through thick and thin. She’s a straight shooter, telling it like it is whenever I need someone to keep me focused.

Over my stay with Trimba, I’m shocked at how little I actually think about Cork. It’s as though we’d already been split up for years and I was just waiting for the right moment to make my escape. Most of the time, my friend and I just discuss what it is that I actually want, the things I enjoy and the kind of partner I want to have.

I decide that, instead of trying to follow some path I think life has set out for me, trotting along without a thought, I’m gonna start paying attention to the things that feed my soul.

Right now, of course, the thing that feeds my soul is Halloween.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t make it tonight,” Trimba gushes, trying to smooth things over and fully understanding just how disappointed I am in her sudden change of plans.

“What?” I blurt, “Halloween is only a week away, you can’t stop dropping out of all the fun stuff now!”

Trimba sighs. “Listen, you know I love to go to these haunted houses with you, but I also have a huge work project coming up and I really need to focus tonight. Is that okay?”

I take a deep breath and accept what she’s trying to tell me, allowing myself to come to terms with the news. “I get it,” I reply, “but just to clarify, it’s a Halloween festival, not a haunted house.”

“Now that you’ve found yourself with an extra ticket, maybe this is a good time to invite someone along,” Trima says, raising her eyebrows mischievously. “Maybe you can turn this into a date night, huh?”

I laugh. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind, but for some reason a last minute dive back into the dating scene just doesn’t seem right to me. I’m committed to following my heart and opening myself up to the desires that have always been there; but that feels like a bit more of a process then just scrolling through my phone and finding someone to tag along for the evening.

“I’m good,” I inform my friend. “I’ll go on my own.”

“Well, you’ll have Halloween there with you,” Trimba jokes. “You’ve always lovedHalloween.”
 I laugh as she says this, then suddenly notice the time. It’s a long drive out into the county for this festival and I better get going. I stand up from my chair and wave to my friend. “I’ll see you tonight.”
 “Have fun!” Trimba calls back.

I stroll outside and hop into the car, backing down our driveway and then taking off towards the festival. All around me, Halloween is finally in full swing, filling me with a powerful sense of comfort and warmth. Watching the decorations and pumpkins pass me by is a truly heartwarming experience, and it’s a perfect appetizer before this evening’s festivities.

I immediately put on a playlist of fun, spooky Halloween tunes, excited for the drive.

As I make my way farther and farther out of town the sun begins to set upon the horizon, illuminating the sky in picturesque purples and oranges before finally fading away completely across the seemingly endless corn fields. Soon enough, all that I can see are the reflectors on the side of the road as they glint my headlights back at me through the darkness.

Eventually, however, another sun appears on the horizon, this one significantly darker than before and glowing with a burnt orange hue. The closer I get, the more brilliant this light becomes, until it begins to stretch out across the field and reveal its true form: the Halloween festival.

I pull into the dirt lot and find a place to park, climbing out to gaze up at the incredible sight before me. The festival is absolutely glorious, a collection of jack-o-landers stacked into various configurations that must continue on and on for miles. The main entryway arch must be constructed from at least five hundred of the things, maybe more.

My heart is already slamming hard within my chest as I stroll to the front gate and give the woman waiting there my ticket. She waves me onward and the next thing I know I’m standing in the middle of the Halloween fair grounds, an assortment of carnival rides to my left and various food trucks to my right. All around me are fun and frightening characters, some of them paid to be here while others are just dressed up folks who are as excited to be here as I am.

Once more, I’m overwhelmed by the powerful sense of belonging, the understanding that deep down at my very core this is exactly who I am and where I should be. It’s not that I’ve changed since I left Cork, it’s that I’m finally becoming who I always was.

While I’d love to hop on a few carnival rides, I realize now just how hungry I am, turning towards a truck that sells all kinds of delicious caramel apples. The line is long, but it’s worth the wait and I have no problem taking my time this evening. I’m here to get the most out of this festival as possible, and a big part of that is allowing myself some space to just exist in this spooky holiday atmosphere.

I take a deep breath and let it out, gazing around the fairgrounds in a state of complete wonder.

Suddenly, however, my eyes stop on a particularly intriguing figure. It appears to be a woman with a jack-o-lantern on her head, the pumpkin lit up beautifully as she stands and stares back at me. My love for Halloween has always been platonic, but in this moment I can’t help but find myself incredibly attracted to her gorgeous pumpkin face, the orange features sending a powerful chill down my spine.

My eyes wander slowly across the rest of her feminine form, and still I find myself more and more aroused. Her body is incredible.

The second these words cross my mind I find myself halting abruptly, not quite sure what’s happening. Never once have I had a sexual experience with another woman, but in this moment of raw, real, truth, it’s the only thing that makes sense to me.

Now that I’m allowing myself to open up and accept these feelings for what they are, I can say without a doubt that I know two things to be true at the bottom of heart: I’ve always loved Halloween, and I’ve always loved women.

“Whoa,” I say out loud, the word suddenly falling out of my mouth and landing with a thud.

Intrigued, I step out of the caramel apple line and stroll across these hay covered carnival grounds towards this mysterious figure. I have no idea what my intentions are, but in this moment I’m simply letting my legs carry me where they want to go. There’s something drawing me towards her like an erotic magnet.

“Hi,” is all I can think to say when I finally arrive.

“Hey,” replies the pumpkin headed woman.

“Oh whoa,” I blurt, gazing inside her carved out cranium and realizing that there’s actually nothing inside, just a single candle flickering gently as she bobbles about. “How did you do that? Amazing costume!”

“It’s not a costume,” the woman informs me.

I narrow my eyes. “Oh, I get it. You’re one of the people who’s been hired to scare me, huh?” I offer.

The pumpkin shakes her head. “Nope. I’m here to enjoy the festival just like you. I’m the physical manifestation of Halloween, but you can call me Eve.”

I scoff. “I don’t believe you.”

“Gaze into my flame then,” the woman offers with a mischievous grin.

I decide to play along, focusing on the dancing candle within her head. My eyes stay steady on the flickering flame, but they quickly begin to lose focus. It appears the candle is blooming larger and larger, enveloping my entire vision until, suddenly, I find myself completely surrounded by a cascade of moaning spirits. I feel as though the ground has disappeared beneath my feet and sent me tumbling through the air, spiraling end over end as these ghosts carry me onward. When I finally steady myself in this empty space a witch on a broom zooms by, cackling manically, followed shortly thereafter by a parade of skeletons.

One of the skeletons carrying a pair of enormous cymbals marches past and clangs them together near my ears, causing me to immediately snap back into reality. The next thing I know, I’m back at the Halloween festival, staring deep into Eve’s mysterious candle.

I gasp suddenly, stumbling back a bit.

“I’m sorry if that was too frightening,” the physical embodiment of Halloween offers. “I just wanted to show you I’m not just fucking with you.”
 “Not at all,” I stammer, struggling to collect my thoughts. “It was amazing, actually. I love Halloween.”

Suddenly, Eve and I both freeze, realizing the unexpected weight of my words.  Immediately, a wave of awkward tension washes over me, but the next thing I know I’m fighting to push this emotion away. Instead, I force myself to accept it, to be exactly the woman I was meant to be.

“I love Halloween,” I repeat once more, this time proudly.

A smile works its way across Eve’s pumpkin face. “Is that so?” she coos.

I nod.

The sexual tension between us is more than apparent now, giving the air a powerful weight as it hangs over our heads. If this was three weeks ago I would probably be frozen in terror, but right now the only thing I’m interested in is living my truth on nobody else’s terms but my own.

Instead of waiting for Halloween to say anything more, I push up against her.

“You know, I’ve been getting into all kinds of haunted houses and spooky events this season, but up until this point I’ve never had a chance to get to know Halloween herself.”

“Sure you have,” Eve replies with a smile. “We know each other a lot better than you think. We’ve spent every October 31st together.”
 “Not together enough,” I sigh.

The next thing I know, I’ve worked up the courage to lean in and give this beautiful sentient pumpkin a deep and passionate kiss. Eve isn’t surprised by this move at all, and pushes against me even more, the two of us quickly giving into our desires.

We make out like this for a moment until, suddenly, pulling back and realizing that we’re standing in the middle of the fairgrounds.

“Follow me,” Halloween offers, taking my be the hand and leading me away from the crowds.

We cross this open area and eventually arrive at the edge of the cornfield, not hesitating for a second as we push through. The next thing I know, there are rows and rows of lush green stalks on either side of me, the leaves whipping across my face in a way that’s incredibly disorienting. It’s hard for me to tell just how deep we’ve gone until, suddenly, the two of us emerge in the middle of a small clearing.

The stalks here have been pushed down to make a soft bed of corn for us, and suddenly Halloween is dropping to the ground and pulling me on top of her. The scene is absolutely beautiful, lit by both the full moon above and the orange glow of a nearby Ferris wheel.

We begin to passionately make out as we tear away one another’s clothing, exposing ourselves to the night air. It’s not particularly warm out this evening, but somehow that makes the sensation even better as the cool breeze tickles our exposed skin.

Now I’m moving lower and lower across Eve’s gloriously sculpted form, my kisses drifting across her breasts and then onto her stomach. I move slowly and deliberately, allowing the tension between us to build as I hover over her hips. I wait here for a moment, teasing her, then finally drop down even further.

“Oh fuck,” the physical manifestation of Halloween groans as I begin to lick her, running my tongue gently across her clit. The pumpkin-headed woman arches her back as the powerful erotic sensations begin to flow through her, allowing herself to give into this mighty connection between us.

Still, I take my time, not diving in completely as I tickle her most sensitive areas. I gaze up at Halloween’s gorgeous body, watching as she trembles ever so slightly.

This is the first woman I’ve ever been with, and nothing about it seems strange at all. In fact, it’s only now that I’ve even made a mental note of it. This is where I belong.

I begin to lick Eve with steady movements now, dragging my tongue across her pussy slowly at first and then gradually gaining speed. Eventually, I reach up with one hand and slip a single finger within the beautiful manifestation’s body, watching as she reacts to my touch.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” the pumpkin starts to moan, gripping the back of my head and pushing me harder against her.

Now I’m lapping away with everything I’ve got, pumping my fingers in and out of her as I provide two distinct points of sensation. Apparently, it’s working, because the next thing I know Halloween pulls her muscles tight and then releases in a series of spastic, orgasmic waves. As the climax flows through her body the physical manifestation of Halloween completely loses control of herself. The sentient holiday screams out into the night, a blood-curdling cry that echoes through the cornfield like a howl of utter terror.

“That was so good,” the pumpkin-headed woman tells me as she sits up and begins to crawl towards my exhausted form. “Now it’s your turn. Trick or treat?”

I consider her words for a moment. “Trick,” I finally reply, feeling mischievous.

Eve smiles and then leans forward so that the top of her head is below me, tilted in my direction. I can see now that a zig-zag pattern has been cut around the rim of her green stem, and from the tiny space between these sections a glow now emanates.

I reach down and gently take her stem in my hand, then pull upward to lift away the top of Halloween’s head. I gasp as I gaze within, seeing now that a present has been left for me.

I pull it out, revealing a strap-on dildo in black and orange, with diagonal stripes along the shaft.

“What do you think?” Eve asks.

I consider her question for a moment. “What would you have shown me if I’d said treat?”
 Eve chuckles to herself. “Oh, the same thing. There’s only a strap-on in there. I just thought it was kinda cute.”

“It was,” I confirm, “and sure, I’m into it.”

The physical manifestation of Halloween takes a moment to pull on her equipment, but soon enough she’s kneeling before me with and enormous Halloween dildo attached to the front of her body.

Eve doesn’t dive in right away, however. Instead, she leans down and begins to gently rub my clit with her fingers, pumping her digits around me in slow, delicate circles.

The sensation of someone who understands my body so well is incredible, and Halloween has no problem finding methods of movement that are exactly what I need. She’s doing things that I’ve never even done myself, but they’re somehow better than I would’ve ever expected.

Eventually, Halloween begins to lick my pussy slowly, teasing me in the same way that I teased her just moments earlier. Eventually, the tension within me has built to the breaking point. I want to cum so badly, but the physically manifested holiday knows how much better it will be if I don’t get everything I need all at once.

“Fuck me,” I finally demand when I just can’t take it anymore.

Taking this as her sign, Halloween positions herself in front of my body and then slides forward in one deep, graceful swoop, impaling me with her enormous orange and black dildo.

I let out a startled yelp as the beautiful pagan celebration enters my pussy, grabbing onto her body as she starts to pump in and out. Her movements are perfectly placed, hitting me in just the right way as the two of us begin to rock together. It’s not long before we fall into a perfect rhythm, the erotic sensations looming larger and larger within me.

All the while, Halloween continues to work my clit with her hand, only adding to the wonderful sensations that she’s already established.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Just like that! I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!”

Suddenly, the orgasm hits me, erupting through my body and completely overwhelming my senses. I feel as though I’m floating above myself and looking down at my frame as it shakes wildly, the ecstasy simply too much to contain within my physical form. The orgasm is incredible, and clearly the best climax I’ve ever experienced in my life.

When I finally finish, I sit up and wrap my arms around Halloween, pulling her close.

“That was incredible,” I tell her.

“The feeling’s mutual,” the pumpkin-headed woman replies.

We stay like this for a while, just enjoying the night air as we gaze up at the full moon that hangs above us. It’s a perfect moment.

“Hey what are you doing for Halloween?” I finally ask. “You want to hang out?”

“I can’t,” Eve replies flat out.

I can feel my heart break ever so slightly as I hear this, but I do my best to keep it together. The sentient holiday notices, however, and starts to laugh.

“I’m working!” she explains. “It’s my busiest day of the year! Would you be into going out to dinner the next day though?”

Relief washes through my body. “Of course.”

Halloween pulls me even closer, kissing me on the cheek.

I feel good, and I feel like myself.