Sentient Lesbian Jet Ski Gets Me Off - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

long ago ol chuck did not write for any other parts of LGBTQIA+ spectrum and i must admit it is VERY FRIGHTENING to venture out into the other letters, but DANG looking back that is kind of silly as I was writin Gs when and i am a B

think thing that kept me from writing was not sayin I WILL KEEP THESE LETTERS AWAY FROM THE TINGLEVERSE. oh no that is far from truth of a bud and just a dang silly thought as ALL ARE WELCOME IN THE TINGLEVERSE (that’s the top buckaroo rule come on now)

i think hesitation was in chucks thoughts on writing about ladybucks. LET ME EXPLAIN

see there are a few rules about what man name of chuck worlds greatest author will not write about. yes i understand tinglers can have some interesting subjects especially in realm of living objects so buckaroos can be surprised by limits of chuck but i DO HAVE HARD LIMITS

first gotta write to prove love, that is simple enough and covers most of your bases.

next NO NATURAL disasters or situations where buckaroos are being hurt or killed. yes i understand power of finding something to laugh on in darkness but in this case it is not worth risk of someone who is involved in a tragedy or their family seeing a tingler about a painful way. there have been moments when i was WELL AWARE these books would make the big bucks (like when scoundrel author and fake chuck tingle reverse twin put out book where deadly coronavirus was hero. sad way), but i will not do this.

last rule is most important one to our story and that is rule of NO WRITING ABOUT REAL FAMOUS LADYBUCKS. you might read and think ‘what the heck you said this book was about a dang ladybuck jetski who is beauitful and you want to kiss and YOU WOULD BE RIGHT BUSTER’ but you are missing the magic word of: FAMOUS

so when SENTIENT LESBIAN JET SKI GETS ME OFF there was minor confusion about chuck goin back on a dang rule but there is big difference between famous and not famous. not famous real ladies deserve to have their stories told in the tingleverse in all kinds of ways, proving love is real in wild erotic trots OR by saying NO THANKS BUD in a poundless tingler. i am sad I took so long to do this because i think in EVEN MY OWN HEAD i was getting my own rules mixed up sometimes in a deep handsome lizard brain

REAL FAMOUS LADIES however have enough to deal with on this timeline being in eyes of the media. so while i have fun speaking about politics or current events about TROMP or other devilman politician i think it is best to leave the ladybucks alone as they are constantly under pressure of SEXUAL SCRUTENY in way that i can only imagine and as man name of chuck i do not really want to be a part of that

eventually got myself sorted out after many requests for a ladybuck on ladybuck tingler and finally TOOK THE PLUNGE in a literal jet ski that is not famous on this timeline even though they do get pretty close to this timeline in the dang story when the meta reality starts to bend and everyone realizes WHAT THE HECK were in a book (dont wanna give to much away if you have not read but that is not major plot point). will also say i think all tingler cover models are attractive in their own way thats why the heck they are picked but JUST BETWEEN US BUCKAROOS i have always had a thing for this mysterious dang jet ski proably one of my favorite ladybuck living objects in THE TINGLEVERSE

this is also first ladybuck AUDIOBOOK tingler and marks introduction of Georgia bird who is sam rands bud and does VOICEOVER WORK for living and reads ladybuck tinglers she is very kind and does such a dang good job reading. favorite part of her way is COMMITMENT to story.

alright buckaroos thanks for listenin to my ramble lets get reading on this FIRST LADYBUCK ON LADYBUCK TINGLER whoa lets trot

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Polly is in need of a vacation, and she hopes that a week on the lake with her girls is enough to push away the bad vibes of a recent breakup. Unfortunately, Polly still can’t seem to relax.

After a meta conversation with the author of this book, however, Polly suddenly realizes that she’s a character in Chuck Tingle’s very first lesbian Tingler, then springs into action with a jet ski rental on the lake, hoping to seize the day.

Polly quickly finds herself seizing even more than this, when the jet ski’s vibrations give her an unexpectedly erotic feeling. Soon enough, Polly and her beautiful sentient vehicle, Limon, are locked in the troughs of passion in a secluded cove, proving that love is real for buckaroos and ladybucks alike!

This erotic tale is 4,400 words of sizzling human on lesbian jet ski action and hardcore sentient vehicle love.

(Originally released on July 21st, 2001)

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SENTIENT LESBIAN JET SKI GETS ME OFF

By Chuck Tingle

As a city dweller, there’s nothing quite like a girl’s weekend away to reset my mind and bring me back in touch with the things that matter most. During my Monday to Friday grind, there’s very little time for introspection, and although my co-workers are very sweet in their own way, I’d hardly consider us friends. You really don’t realize just how soul crushing it is until, eventually, the weekend arrives and you look back in wonder at how you actually managed to make it this far.

Now, I’m trying my best to focus on the world in front of me, gazing out the windows as we cruise deeper and deeper into these desert canyons, twisting along a desolate highway towards the lake.

I’ve never been out here before, but my friends all say it’s an absolutely magical experience. I’m inclined to believe them, but right now there’s not much to look at on our journey. No matter where I set my gaze I see nothing but endless, rolling hills of yellow, the grass dried and dead and strangely surreal under the brilliant blue sky.

I wonder what Gorba would’ve thought about all this.

“You thinking about Gorba?” my friend, Rachel questions, glancing over at me from the driver’s seat with a slight smirk on her face.

“How the fuck do you do that?” I question. “Are you reading my mind?”

Rachel shrugs. “I just know you. We’ve been friends for almost a decade now.”

I let out a long sigh, continuing to stare out through the window before me as the scenery passes us by. I suppose that’s the one good thing about the daily worker’s grind, you don’t have much time to think about your recent breakup.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying not to let it get me down,” I continue. “Breakups are hard, though.”
 Rachel nods. “Yeah, but it’s been like six months. It’s time to get out there and start seeing what the world has to offer. You’ve been wallowing a lot.”

“I’ve been coming out with you!” I protest. “We get chocolate milks every weekend!”

“And you wallow the whole time,” Rachel continues. “Gorba was a nice girl, but you are amazing, and you deserve to be with a woman who understands that.”

I know she’s right, but brains are a complicated thing to navigate. Just because I’m aware I need to get over Gorba, doesn’t mean this emotional clarity will come on any faster. However, a weekend on the water with my girls while the sun beams down on my skin sounds like a great start, even if it’s six months too late.

Suddenly, the car comes up over a crest in the road, revealing a startlingly glorious vista. A slight gasp escapes my throat when I see it, taken off guard by just how blue this enormous turquoise lake really is. For as desolate as our drive had been, this dazzling source of water brings about all kinds of fresh greenery, the edge of the lake lined with tall trees and what appears to be handful of restaurants and hotels.

“Oh my fucking god,” one of my friends offers from the backseat.

I’m excited, but I can help shaking a strange, creeping dread that bubbles up within me. It’s like the happier I get, the more worried and anxious I am that it will all come crashing down when I start thinking about Gorba.

Where would Gorba want to stay if we were here together? What if I’m out of cell phone range when Gorba calls and tries to meet back up?

I catch Rachel glancing over at me again, clearly aware of the mixed emotions I’m going through right now. My friend says nothing, but I’m glad to know she’s here by my side.

Lower and lower into the valley our car winds, eventually finding ourselves right on the edge of the beautiful turquoise lake. This place would normally be packed with tourists, but we’re getting a little late in the vacation season, giving us a bit of room to breathe as we enjoy or surroundings.

Soon enough, we’re pulling up to the front of our luxurious lakeside hotel. I climb out of the car and gaze up at the building before me, taking a deep, full breath of the fresh air around us.

“First we check in, then we pound some chocolate milk, then we hit the lake,” Rachel cries out. “I heard they have jet skis.”

The very mention of these aquatic vehicles causes my breath to catch in my throat. Gorba loved to jet ski and would talk about it all the time, a hobby that I personally never had much interest in. My ex would always take off to lakes in the area for days at a time.

“Maybe I’ll just skip the water,” I offer.

Rachel stops, turning her attention back to me while the rest of our crew heads insides and starts bringing bags up to the room. “Polly, you’re not seriously going to stay inside this whole weekend are you?”

I shake my head. “No… it’s just…”

“Gorba liked to jet ski,” Rachel interjects.

I nod. “I’ll lay out on the sand and watch you!” I suggest.

My friend lets out a long sigh, clearly disappointed, but finally accepts the simple fact this is where I’m at. “Fair enough,” Rachel finally replies.

I’m laying out on the beach in my yellow bikini, watching as the rest of the gang walks up and down the nearby dock and takes their pick from an assortment of colorful jet skis. I’ve got a blanket under me, a cool chocolate milk in one hand and a good book in the other, so I’m not exactly having a terrible time. Still, it’s hard to watch everyone else laughing excitedly from my place on the sidelines. For a moment I actually consider strolling over to join them, but the second these thoughts enter my mind, I also find myself overwhelmed with visions of my ex-girlfriend, imagining what it would be like to ride the waves alongside her.

Instead of springing into action, I lay back against the fabric below me, feeling the heat radiate up through this blanket and into my back. I open up my book and begin to read, excited to see what comes next. It’s a beautiful romance novel from one of my favorite authors, Dr. Chuck Tingle, and although he only writes about encounters between two men, I find it to be quite an enjoyable read. I’m only interested in women myself, but I can appreciate a well-crafted story, especially when the message is as uplifting as Chuck’s.

I just wish he’d write a story about two women falling in love for once. It’s not something he’s ever done before, and as far as I know he has no plans to, but it just might be enough to get my mind off of Gorba. If there’s one thing Gorba didn’t like, it’s Chuck Tingle.

I’ve just about settled into the story before me when, suddenly, my focus is broken by the loud roar of three jet skis taking off from the dock, my friends hooting and hollering as they fly out across the lake with their fists in the air. I watch them go, smiling wide.

When I turn back to the book, I suddenly find myself having a little trouble picking up where I left off. I could’ve sworn the last sentence I’d read was at the top of the page, but none of these words make any sense, referencing things that I’m not even sure were in this erotic tale just seconds earlier.

“Maybe today’s your lucky day,” I read aloud. “Maybe I will write a tingler just for you.”

I’m not exactly sure who these words are directed at, as they only appear in quotes after I’ve read them out loud. Until that exact moment, they’re just ink on the page.

“Are you talking to me?” I question, receiving no response until I glance a little farther in the book.

Yes, I’m talking to you, Polly, the text replies, addressing me directly.

I narrow my eyes, watching as the next paragraph describes me narrowing my eyes.

“What’s going on?” I question aloud.

I’m writing to let you know that I’m sorry it took me so long to tell this dang story, the book informs me. It’s not that I didn’t want to write a story for ladybucks who like ladybucks. That’s a great preferred pound, buddy! It’s just that I wanted to make sure I did it correctly. Now I have Chloe here editing and making sure everything is handled in a good way that proves love, because she likes ladybucks, too. She even picked out the dang cover models!

“Okay,” is all that I can think to say, the word falling limply from my mouth.

I know this is a lot to take in, buckaroo, talking to your author and all,the book continues. So I’ll let you be on your way. I just wanted to say that your unique way is so important, and that your preferred pound is something that proves love is real! I know you’ve had a hard time after your breakup, and that’s okay, but now it’s time to get out there and trot with your head held high. Have some fun! You’re in a Tingler after all!

I consider the author’s words for a moment, still struggling to come to terms with the fact that I appear to be a character in a piece of erotic fiction. I’m trying to stay calm, but all of this is a lot to take in.

“So you’re really… Chuck?” I question.

Yes,the next paragraph says flatly.

“Okay,” is all that I can think to reply with.

I begin to close the book but notice something written at the bottom of the page that catches my attention.

You know, I’ve talked to a lot of characters, the words read, but they’re usually men, that’s just the way the cookies crumb when you’re talkin’ bud on bud pounds. Gotta start visiting ladybuck timelines more, this is really nice.

“Thanks Chuck,” I offer in return, then close the book.

I lay back against my blanket, eyes closed as I think about how to process all this new information. If I’m just a character in a book, then maybe all this breakup drama isn’t quite as important as it seemed. Based on what I know about Tinglers, we’re probably nearing the halfway point, and so far I feel like I’ve spent a lot of time moping around.

Fictional or not, this life belongs to me, not Gorba.

I sit up abruptly, climbing to my feet and strolling over to the dock. I climb up onto the wooden platform and begin to stroll down its length, eventually arriving before a woman with a clipboard and a fanny pack.

“Jet ski rentals?” I question.

The woman nods.

“I’d like one,” I continue.

“Twenty dollars for the hour,” the woman replies, holding out her hand. “Pick whatever jet ski looks good to you. Keys are in the ignition.”

I place a crisp twenty-dollar bill in the woman’s hand and then begin to make my way along the rows and rows of aquatic vehicles, determining the best looking one for myself. Most of the jet skis are outrageously painted with brilliant neon designs that crisscross their bodies, a look that’s certainly eye catching, but not exactly my style. I’m looking for something a little more thoughtful, a subtle external touch to a vehicle that wields plenty of power on the inside.

The farther along this dock I walk, the more my heart begins to sink, not quite finding what I’m looking for.

Finally, I arrive at the very last jet ski, and at this point I stop abruptly, my heart skipping a beat. The jet ski before me is absolutely gorgeous, perfectly curved in a way that sends an unexpected chill of arousal down my spine. Her paint job is understated and classy, not trying to prove anything with its simple pallet yet displaying a grand heaping of confidence.

“I’ll take this one!” I call over to the woman next to me, who nods and waves me onward.

Carefully, I climb out onto the vehicle and straddle its well-crafted form, struggling to figure out what all of these strange nobs and buttons do. I would’ve expected to receive a bit more instruction, but I suppose I’ll have to work with what I’ve got.

Once I’ve got a reasonably good idea of the basics, I turn the keys and watch as the jet ski comes roaring to life. Immediately, a mighty sense of adventure washes over me, carrying me away to a place where Gorba is nothing but a distant memory. I carefully back the vehicle out and then push it forward into drive, taking off like a rocket across the gloriously flat lake.

“Yeah!” I scream, calling out with excitement as my voice carries out over the water. “Yahoo!”

I’m pushing the limits of my comfort at this speed, but with nothing ahead of or behind me for miles, it feels safe enough.

It’s not long before I finally manage to relax. The second this happens, however, another strange sensation begins to make its way across my body. Below me the seat is vibrating hard, not in a way that’s painful, but with a speed that seems to perfectly match the wavelengths of my own body.

It feels incredible.

“Oh my god,” I blurt, hunching forward a bit as I ride.

“Oh sorry about that!” I playful voice comes back to me from the front of the jet ski. “My motor is right under you, so if you go too fast it’s gonna vibrate pretty hard.”

I slow down immediately, causing the vibration against my clit to cease. “No, it’s fine,” I stammer. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.”

The jet ski shrugs. “Happens to a lot of people. It’s okay.”
 “And you don’t mind?” I question.

“Oh no!” the aquatic vehicle assures me. “It’s all part of the job.”

Something about the way she says this actually hurts me slightly. I understand what just happened was a simple matter of anatomy, but it’s hard to not let that blissful erotic sensation blossom into something more.

“What’s your name?” I finally question, trying to change the subject.

“Limon Crims,” offers the beautiful jet ski, “and you?”

“I’m Polly,” I offer.

“You out here by yourself?” Limon continues.

I glance around the lake, trying to spot my friends as they horse around somewhere out on the water. It seems I’ve driven Limon and me around the edge of a peninsula and into a small cove, so there’s not much to look at.

“I’m here with my friends,” I explain, “but I don’t really know what happened to them.”

“Should we go track them down?” the jet ski questions.

I consider her offer for a moment, realizing suddenly that I have a choice to make. Rachel and the girls will be fine on their own, and if there’s one thing they’d want for me on this vacation, it’s to follow along the threads of any romantic connections that I find along the way.

“Actually, I was thinking we could take a break on the beach over here,” I suggest. “We can go find my friends in a minute but… you seem really cool and it’d be great to get to know you.”

“Sure!” Limon replies.

We putter towards the beach until, eventually, I can feel the sand beginning to slow us down as it rubs across the sentient jet ski’s belly. At this point I hop out, feeling the pleasant sensation of the cool water between my toes as I walk to the edge of dry land. Limon remains half submerged, watching me with her beautiful blue eyes.

This is the first time I’ve actually gotten a good look at the jet ski’s face, and I’m utterly blown away by just how ravishing she is. Her look is playful and wild, with huge eyes that seem to always have a slight sparkle behind them. Her jet ski body is perfectly proportioned, with plentiful curves along her smoothly rounded edge.

“How long have you been on this lake?” I ask, trying my best to make conversation with the beautiful vehicle.

“Since this story began,” the jet ski offers. “So not long.”

I furrow my brow in confusion. “Wait… you know we’re just characters in a book, too?” I question.

The jet ski nods. “I’ve always known. What about you?”

“I just found out when Chuck started writing to me through a book,” I explain.

The gorgeous jet ski laughs. “A book within a book, huh? That’s very meta.”

I shrug. “Who knows, maybe this book is also being read by someone who also doesn’t realize they’re in a Tingler.”

“A book, within a book, within a book,” the jet ski continues.

Now the both of us are laughing, unable to keep a straight face any longer as we consider just how ridiculous that idea is. Despite my powerful attraction to the watercraft, I’m slowly starting to feel more and more at ease with her. It seems like I should be incredibly intimidated by her extreme beauty, yet for whatever reason, I’m not. In fact, all I want is to get even closer to her, to make her a central character in my life.

I realize suddenly just how long the two of us have been sitting here in silence, relaxing in this lush cove while the rest of the world continues to pass by around us. We stare deep into one another’s eyes, saying more with a single expression than words ever could.

Slowly, Limon begins to scoot up the beach towards me, closer and closer until she’s resting directly in front of my body. I sit up as well, the tension building between us until, finally, it breaks.

The next thing I know, I’m kissing this beautiful jet ski deeply on her mouth, the two of us giving into the carnal desires that have been bubbling up from within. My hands being to explore the glorious topography of her sculpted jet ski form, rubbing up and down the smooth front section.

Meanwhile, Limon starts doing the same to me, rubbing up and down my legs as she creeps closer and closer towards my pussy. I tremble and quake, the anticipation almost too much to bear until, finally, the tension breaks and my bikini bottoms are slipped away. I’m now completely exposed to the gorgeous jet ski.

“You want me to touch you?” Limon coos.

“Yes,” I nod. “Please.”

The jet ski smiles, teasing me a bit longer as causing the ache within my body to return once more, this time reaching an absolutely unbearable level.

“Maybe I will,” Limon continues playfully.

“I need you,” I beg.

Finally, the sentient jet ski has mercy, allowing a single finger to slip across my soaking wet pussy. I’d been yearning for her touch, but when it finally happens the sensation is startlingly potent, causing a short gasp of air to escape my lips. I push back into the sand, squirming slightly as Limon begins to rub my clit in slow, gentle circles.

At first I have a little trouble relaxing, but as the movement of the living vehicle continues, I begin to allow these waves of anxiety to wash away, replaced instead by a deep, aching pleasure. I rock my hips along with the beautiful jet ski’s movements, my eyes shut tight as a soft whimper escapes my lips.

Suddenly, Limon stops, pulling her hand away. I’m instantly brought up and out from my deep state of relaxation, not quite sure what’s happening, but moments later my fears are alleviated as I find that the jet ski has positioned herself directly before me, and she quickly gets to work licking my clit with her soft pink tongue.

“Oh my fucking god,” I blurt. I reach my hand down and pull Limon even closer, helping to position her for the maximum amount of pleasure. “That feels so fucking good.”

The two of us continue to rock together, falling into a solid rhythm as she licks me. Each pulsing movement sends a slight tingle of blissful sensation across my body, growing larger and larger until, eventually, I’m shaking hard with feelings of an impending climax. I have to admit, I’m not used to cumming this quickly, but it appears Limon knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Don’t stop. Just like that. Don’t stop. Just like that,” I start to repeat over and over again, the mantra falling out of my mouth in a soft groove that grows louder and louder with every passing round. Soon enough, I’m screaming out at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing across our tiny cove and bouncing back to us. “Don’t fucking stop! Just like that!”

Suddenly, the building orgasm erupts within, causing me to throw my head back and let out a frantic scream. I completely lose myself in the moment, allowing my body to give into this carnal bliss and letting it take me over. I feel as though I’m floating outside my own physical form, hovering above the world and gazing down upon myself.

When the feeling finally passes I fall back against the sand, but instead of finding myself fucked silly and utterly spent, I’m even more energized than before. I want nothing more than to return the favor.

“Now it’s my turn,” I tell the jet ski, falling forward and crawling across the sand towards her.

It doesn’t take long for me to realize, however, that Limon’s pussy will be quite hard to get to, positioned directly on the underside of her body.

The sentient jet ski notices my dilemma, playfully smirking a bit as she eases back into the water.

“Don’t worry,” Limon coos. “As long as you don’t mind taking a quick dip, you’ll be fine.”

It takes me a moment to understand what she’s saying, but when it finally hits me I spring into action. By now the gorgeous living vehicle is floating out six or seven feet deep, leaving me plenty of room to run to the edge of the lake and dive in.

The cool water feels wonderful and relaxing against my skin, but I don’t let it lull me into a state of contentment. I have work to do.

Gazing up from below, I spot Limon’s beautiful jet ski pussy above me. I swim up to it, tilting my head back as I position myself. Seconds later, I’m lapping away at Limon’s clit, dragging my tongue across her as she floats in circles above.

I can tell this beautiful jet ski is enjoying my technique, so gradually I push harder and harder against her with my tongue, eventually slipping two fingers within and creating a multitude of different sensations for her to enjoy.

I can her Limon starting to whimper and groan, the sound slightly muffled from my place down here under the water, but audible just the same. Louder and louder she grows, until finally she’s screaming out with a powerful orgasm of her own, the internal muscles of her pussy clenching tight around my fingers while she cums.

Almost out of air, I quickly surface next to the sentient jet ski, taking in an enormous gasp or air.

“That was amazing,” Limon gushes, red in the cheeks. “Let’s get you one more time.”

“Again?” I blurt, not even thinking of myself in this moment, but certainly appreciating my enthusiastic lover.

“Yep,” Limon replies with a nod. “Get on!”

I do as I’m told, climbing out of the water and returning to my position on the living jet ski’s back.

“This time… don’t slow down,” Limon instructs.

I smile and then hit the throttle, taking off back onto the lake once more. The wind is whipping hard against my face as the two of us fly forward across the pristine, glassy surface of the water. Below me, the seat begins to vibrate once again, immediately causing the first hints of yet another powerful orgasm to bubble up within me. Stronger they build, yet this time I don’t pull away. Instead, I push the jet ski to go even faster.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I begin to murmer.

It’s not long before the second orgasm hits me hard, sending powerful waves of erotic energy up and down my veins. It spills through me in a split second, and immediately I let up on the throttle of the jet ski as I shake in ecstasy.

When I finally finish, I find myself peacefully floating in the middle of the lake, utterly satisfied. Off in the distance, I can finally pick up the faintest sound of my friends hooting and hollering, having the time of their lives.

“We could go meet up with them if we hurry,” the jet ski offers. “There’s just not much time left on your rental.”

Her words strike me deep, suddenly pulling me back down to reality. “Oh… yeah,” I stammer.

There’s an awkward silence between us. Limon is clearly thinking about something, choosing her words carefully.

“Unless… you want this to be a thing,” the jet ski finally continues.

“A thing?” I question.

Limon nods. “If you’d want to be my girlfriend.”

My eyes go wide, first with utter shock and then with heartwarming excitement. “Of course!” I blurt.

I wrap my arms tightly around the jet ski below me, holding her close.

“Do you think we did a good job?” I finally question.

“What do you mean?” Limon asks, a little confused.

“We’re the first ladybuck on ladybuck Tingler, remember?” I continue. “I just hope we did it right.”

“For who? This is about about me and you,” Limon retorts. “We made love in our own way, that’s what’s important. Whether you’re a character in a book, or a character reading a book who doesn’t realize they’re also in a book, your love is valid. That’s not up to some omnipresent being to determine. Your love belongs to you.”

“You’re right,” I reply, then find myself lingering on a single word. “You’re saying we made love?”

“Made love,” the jet ski repeats back to me with a smile. “Now lets go find your friends.”

I hit the throttle and the two of us take off across the lake, excited for a weekend of fun and adventure. Right now, a recent breakup is the farthest thing from my mind.