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Bisexual Polyhedral Role-Playing Dice Orgy (Classic Tingler Revisited)
🕑 Added 2023-05-01 17:51:24 +0000 UTClately old chuck has been talkin on the creative process, specifically way of PERFECTION. my trot as a builder and sharer of things has been shaped by the idea of making something 'the best it can be' and for many years this guided me along, pushing chuck to strive and reach for the sky.
now this is all WELL AND GOOD BUDS, but there is a problem with taking this thinking too far. STRIVING is great. CARING is great. but idea of FINAL PERFECTION is not quite what you might think.
for chuck, art is about capturing a moment in time with all its flaws and imperfections and fleeting beauty. PERFECTION is not a refined version of this because perfection does not actually exist, it is chasing something that is not there and will never be there (at least by that definition). if you are taking a photo of the bright blue sky and a single bird flies in the way, is it no longer a perfect photo? or does perfection really lie in just accepting the moment and capturing it honestly, bird and all?
BISEXUAL POLYHEDRAL ROLE-PLAYING DICE ORGY makes me think about this way a lot because of the books cover. book has been out for YEARS and it took me a very long time to notice what is 'wrong' with this image.
can you see it? i will pause and let you take a look.
down in the bottom left corner the layers were set 'wrong', meaning the living die is OVER the lettering instead of behind it (covering word 'from'). this is unlike ANY OTHER TINGLER and DOES NOT MATCH.
this problem would have driven my previous trot up a dang wall, but these days i accept this mistake for what it is: not a mistake at all. this cover is perfect in its imperfection, it exactly captures the moment it was created and i am so glad.
please enjoy BISEXUAL POLYHEDRAL ROLE-PLAYING DICE ORGY
Normo loves his role-playing game group, and couldn’t be happier with this close collection of brand new friends. Things in the real world are looking up, but in the fantasy realm that Normo’s character resides in, bad luck has been tearing him apart. In fact, after a series of exceptionally bad dice rolls, Normo decides to brush of the bad vibes and invest in a new set of polyhedral role-playing dice.
The dice that Normo decides on are incredibly attractive, but he soon learns that these sentient tools of chance won’t roll right without getting a little warmed up first. Now Normo is on a wild bisexual journey in the orgy of a lifetime, rolling critical orgasms left and right and leaving every living die satisfied.
The question now is: will Normo’s hard work pay of during his next session of The Tingleverse role-playing game?
This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling bisexual human on sentient polyhedral dice action.
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BISEXUAL POLYHEDRAL ROLE-PLAYING DICE ORGY
By Chuck Tingle
I’ve always loved games. Ever since I can remember there’s constantly been something about the spirit of friendly competition that makes me smile, the way it can bring people together in a dramatic way but rarely goes too far. I started off playing board games, then eventually began adding video games to the mix. Recently, however, I’ve found myself diving into the wide world of pen and paper role-playing games.
With all the technology out there filling our lives with easier and easier access to entertainment, it’s nice to take a moment for something that doesn’t involve a screen of some kind (plenty of role-playing games have helpful apps, but it’s not the main focus.)
Even better, it’s allowed me to develop a brand new set of friends who are imaginative and fun and just as committed to our long-term role-playing campaigns as I am.
“And then, with a blood curdling screech, the enormous red dragon swoops down and picks you up in his talons!” Grant, our game master tells me with unhinged excitement behind his eyes.
He claims to be fair and balanced, but in moments like this it’s hard for me to believe the guy’s not simply out to slaughter my character as brutally as possible. Still, I’m not upset about it, because I’m not going down without a fight.
“New round,” Grant announces to our table of players. “What’s everyone doing?”
“I cast fireball on the dragon,” Morgan, the wizard of the group announces.
Grant narrows his eyes and then glances over at me. “What about Normo?”
“I’ll be fine,” I reply confidently.
Grant shrugs in skeptical acceptance. “Okay then, anyone else?”
The table lays out their attacks person by person until the attention arrives at me. “I use my ring of fire resistance and create a bubble of protection around myself,” I offer.
The group seems very impressed by this, even Grant, who nods in approval.
Soon enough, dice are cascading down across the table all around us, the combat round transforming into an explosive scene of frantic action in our imagination. Of course, while everyone else picks away at the dragon in small does, we’re really all just curious to see what happens with Morgan’s fireball.
Fortunately, her rolls are excellent, and now it’s all up to me.
Grant peeks out over his game master’s screen, double-checking something from the rulebook before him. “Alright Normo, your ring was very slightly damaged in the last battle so you’ll need to roll and make sure it doesn’t fail. Don’t worry though, you’ve got a ninety-eight percent success rate.”
I pull out two ten-sided dice and shake them in my hand, getting ready to throw them down. “So I just need to roll anything but a zero and a one, or a zero and a two.”
Normo nods.
I roll the dice, barely thinking twice about it until the tiny things come clattering to rest in a terrifying display. I’ve failed.
The whole group says nothing, just staring at my results in absolute horror.
“The fireball erupts from Morgan’s hands, shooting up towards the dragon and striking it in the chest,” our game master finally begins, describing the bittersweet scene. “The dragon has been weakened from the slings and arrows, and this magical eruption finally puts him over the edge. The creature explodes in a blast of flesh and fire, tumbling down towards the floor of the cave and slamming hard against the ground.”
I’m just staring at Grant blankly now, understanding my fate but still not completely able to accept it.
“Unfortunately, Normo’s magical ring failed to protect him, and he was blown to pieces in the process. I’m sorry.”
Everyone is silent for a long beat, until finally one of the other players erupts into a wild round of applause. “We did it, we defeated the dragon!”
Soon enough, everyone around the table joins in. We’ve reached the end of our quest, and although my character is no longer alive to celebrate with them, everyone else is feeling like a million bucks.
I can’t help but keep glancing down at my dice, still in shock from this incredibly bad roll.
When the cheering dies down, Grant makes an abrupt shift. “Well, not only is that end the of the night, but I think it’s the end of this campaign for a while, right? We all said we waited to start a new game?”
I’d forgotten about this, but I’m incredibly relieved to know that I won’t be the only player who has to start over from scratch.
“What game are we switching to next week?” Morgan questions. “I forgot.”
“How could you forget this?” Grant replies, reaching under the table and pulling forth a truly majestic sight. He holds in his hands a thick, colorful rulebook for the official Chuck Tingle role-playing game, something that I’d actually been interested in checking out for quite a while.
Everyone at the table is clearly excited to try out the new game, and people begin to pass the rulebook around with curious anticipation.
Meanwhile, Morgan leans over to me. “Sorry about blasting you into pieces,” she offers with deep sincerity. “Would’ve been nice if we all defeated the dragon together.”
I shrug. “It’s not your fault. It was my shitty rolls that got me there.”
Morgan nods in agreement. “Yeah, about that. You might want to think about a new set of dice when we start The Tingleverse game. Your rolls have gotten really, really bad.”
I narrow my eyes at her, trying to determine if my friend is joking or not. “What do you mean?” I question. “It’s just random chance.”
“Is it?” Morgan retorts. “You don’t believe in good vibes and bad vibes?”
“I’m not really sure,” I admit, giving my set of polyhedral dice a suspicious glance now.
“I bet you twenty bucks those dice have bad vibes,” offers Morgan. “Just pick them up and give a roll.”
I laugh. “I don’t need to bet… but…” I reach over and collect my set of dice, each one of them a distinct shape. Soon enough, they’re all rattling around within my cupped hands.
I roll them out across the table before me with a loud clatter, gasping aloud as I see the numbers that appear before me.
Despite the fact that some of these dice go up to twenty, there’s nothing but ones and twos on display before me.
“Bad vibes,” Morgan repeats. “You’ve gotta get a fresh set.”
“I guess I do,” I finally admit.
A bell rings as I push through the door of the hobby shop, glancing around at the incredible assortment of games, models and cards that line the shelves. This place is glorious and very relevant to my interested. I immediately feel at home.
“Can I help you?” asks a man behind the counter.
“Yeah, I’m looking for some role-playing dice?” I explain.
“Just a standard set?” He continues. “Or something more.”
I laugh to myself a bit, not sure if I should even mention what I’m about to, but then giving into the moment. “Well, do you have any particularly lucky dice?” I question.
The man behind the counter smiles and nods. “Absolutely! Follow me!”
The next thing I know, I’m being lead back through the various isles, away from the front of the store and into a section that seems significantly more mysterious. Soon enough, we’re approaching a closed door.
The man helping me knocks loudly and then calls out. “Hey! You’ve got a visitor!”
“Come in!” a voice calls back from inside.
“Go on ahead,” the man continues, I’ll be back at the register if you need anything.
Not exactly sure what to do next, I slowly push through the door.
“Hey there!” comes a single voice, followed by several more that chime in. There are seven total, all calling out greetings of their own.
The room is nice and bright, well designed and much more modern than the rest of the store. There are two couches and a coffee table in the middle. The area itself is not the most surprising thing that waits for me, however, not by a long shot.
There before me is a set of enormous polyhedral dice, the classic role-playing game configuration that I’m accustomed to, only just as large as I am. They’re also incredibly good looking, sporting the features of three men and four women, one for every die.
“You looking for some lucky dice?” one of the guys questions, the standard, six-sided die, or d6 as its sometimes referred to.
“I was, actually,” I admit. “Are you all pretty lucky?”
The gang bursts into a fit of laugher, exchanging glances. It takes a while for them to calm down but eventually they do and the d6 returns his attention to me.
“Yeah, we’re pretty lucky,” he offers. “We’re about as lucky as it gets. If you’re looking to do well in a role-playing game, we’ve got your back.”
“How much?” I question.
The d6 smiles. “It doesn’t work like that. If we like you, we’ll come for free, and if we don’t… well… then you’re screwed.”
The dice push together now, huddling up as they begin to chat excitedly with one another. Every once in a while, one of the sentient objects will turn around and glance back at me, sizing me up a bit more before returning to the group. Their discussion lasts for quite a while, but I wait patiently for the verdict.
Finally, it comes.
“You seem cool,” the d6 offers. “We’ll come with you.”
“Oh! Great!” I reply, a little surprised. “I’m Normo, what’s your name?”
“D6,” he offers, “and this is d8, d4, d12, d20, d10 and other d10.”
The group all waves, clearly happy to be embarking on this journey with me.
Soon enough we’re strolling back through the store, where the man at the front counter nods at me knowingly. “Have fun,” he offers as my dice and I head out into the afternoon sun.
Back at my home, the sentient dice immediately start getting comfortable, some of them checking out the fridge for something to eat, while others kick back on the couch and turn on a little television. As a guy who lives alone and could use the company, I honestly don’t mind, but I can see how anyone else might be feeling slightly overwhelmed at the moment.
As I watch the group, I can’t help but wonder if this magical luck they’ve been so confidently touting is actually real. I’ve been skeptical about this journey since the beginning, but I’ve pushed onward despite my reservations. Still, there’s been no proof that any of them have particularly good vibes when it comes to rolling, and I’d hate to show up for a night of The Tingleverse: The Official Chuck Tingle Role-Playing Game just to find out that I’ve been duped.
I stroll over to the d20, a round, feminine die that’s absolutely gorgeous in a way that’s actually a little imposing.
“Would you mind if I gave you a roll?” I question.
“Of course not!” she replies, jumping up off the couch and bouncing into my hand. “That’s what we’re here for!”
“Ready?” I question.
The d20 laughs. “It’s not like it’s gonna hurt or something, I’m built for this. Fire at will!”
I take a deep breath, hoping for some undeniable evidence that I’ve made a good decision here, and then roll her out across the floor. The d20 spins through the air and bounces a few times, then finally comes to rest in the middle of the living room.
I stroll over to check out the results, a surge of disappointment suddenly erupting through my body.
“A ten,” I read aloud.
The d20 notices my sour mood. “That’s not bad, it’s average!”
“You’re right, you’re right,” I reply. “I just thought you all were super lucky.”
The d20 smiles mischievously. “Oh we’re lucky,” she informs me. “You can’t just roll a die and expect it to magically put out good vibes, though.”
“You’ve gotta get us warmed up first,” the d6 chimes in.
“Oh,” I stammer. “I had no idea. How do I do that?”
“You could start by putting on a show,” d8 offers from the other side of the room.
“A show?” I question, not entirely sure what this means.
“Yeah,” d8 continues. “Something hot to get us going.”
It suddenly occurs to me that this sentient tool of chance is trying to get me to strip for them, or something to that effect, and I’m shocked but just how much I kind of like the idea. In other circumstances, I might find myself completely embarrassed by the thought alone, but right now I’m getting slightly turned on. It also doesn’t hurt that every one of these dice is breathtakingly attractive, both the men and the women. As a bisexual guy, I’m pretty damn happy about these strange circumstances I’ve suddenly found myself in.
I take a deep breath and let it out, allowing this surge of erotic confidence to take hold. I’m not exactly comfortable enough to dance, but I slowly remove my shirt for the crowd, watching as their eyes stay transfixed on my muscular form. Clearly, they like what they see.
Slowly, d10 and d12 make their way towards me.
I’m quaking now, trembling with excitement as they approach, one man and one woman on either side of my exposed body. Soon enough, they’re pressing up against my form, causing a long, drawn out sigh to escape my mouth. I can’t believe this is actually happening.
I turn to my left and kiss d10, a beautiful ten-sided woman, on the lips, savoring this moment as her hands begin to explore me. Moments later, I turn my attention to the man on my left, 12 sides of perfectly chiseled abs that I can’t take my eyes off of. I kiss him deeply, as well, allowing his roaming hands to join the mix as he begins to explore my form.
These two polyhedral lovers begin to work their way down the front of my chest and onto my stomach as the rest of the dice look on, hungry for more. They reach my belt and take their time to remove it, slowly unbuckling and then slipping it out of the belt loops with a patient grace. They’re moving so slowly that I can tell it’s a tease now, but I love this moment as much as I hate it. I want more, and they know how to make me beg.
“Please,” I gush, the single word falling out of my lips in a moment of pure, unfiltered yearning.
Finally, the two dice relent, unzipping my pants and pulling forth my rock hard cock. They immediately get to work beating me off, taking turns as they alternate between working my shaft and rubbing my balls. The sensation is incredible, and they certainly know what they’re doing, but the night is just getting started.
Soon enough, these two gorgeous dice drop down to the ground before me, staring up with cock hungry eyes. The beautiful d10 takes my rod between her lips, slowly pumping her head up and down my length with sensual movements. She takes her time with me, working me expertly as she swirls her tongue along my girthy member.
Eventually, the d10 pops my cock out of her mouth and allows the d12 to have a turn. The handsome man opens wide and then services me with equal enthusiasm, pumping his head across my dick at an ever-escalating pace. He continues like this until he can move no faster, then switches gears completely.
The next thing I know, the handsome d12 is pulling back to collect his senses, gazing up at me with a playful smile as he prepares for something new. Once the living die is sufficiently centered, he parts his lips yet again.
This time, however, the d12 doesn’t pump his face across my swollen dick. Instead, he pushes himself farther and farther down onto my length, swallowing my shaft deep into his neck in an absolutely stunning display. His oral acrobatics are unlike anything I’ve ever seen, and I’m even more impressed when he holds me like this for what seems like forever. I’m in complete awe of the deep throating d12, watching with rapt attention until he finally pulls away from me with a sputter and a gasp, saliva dangling between his lips and my cock.
“You like that?” the d12 asks.
I nod. “I fucking love it.”
From across the room, the d6 waves down my attention. “Looks like you all are having some fun over there,” he observes. “Mind if the rest of us have a little fun, too?”
“Of course you can!” I reply.
Immediately, the rest of the polyhedral dice spring into action, passionately finding one another in a frantic mess of erotic embraces. They get to work quickly, only making out for a brief moment before becoming much more carnal in their endeavors. Soon enough, the whole living room is filled with a cacophony of moans and groans, the sounds of sex filling my ears with a glorious warmth. I was already more turned on than I’ve ever been, but getting to watch these other combinations of wild bisexual lovemaking is just icing on the cake.
I suddenly find myself overwhelmed with arousal, wanting nothing more than to be taken from behind.
I turn around and fall to my knees, stripping off the rest of my clothes and tossing them to the side. I pop my rump out at the d12 and give it a playful slap. “Fuck me,” I demand.
The handsome d12 doesn’t hesitate, climbing down into position behind me and aligning his enormous cock with my tightly puckered back door. He teases me for a moment, then finally thrusts deep into my asshole as a startled yelp escapes my lips. The living polyhedral die is absolutely enormous, and it takes me a moment to adjust to his size.
Eventually, however, the sensation of aching discomfort fades away, replaced instead by a comforting fullness and a potent sense of good vibes that I’d heard so much about.
“There it is,” I offer knowingly.
It’s not long before d12 finds a rhythm within me, pumping in and out of my asshole with ease.
Suddenly, the beautiful d20 is climbing down into position in front of me. “Would you like a taste?” she questions, opening herself up.
“Of course,” I groan, then immediately dive in, gently running my tongue along her clit.
I take my time with d20, just as d12 had taken his time with me. I’m in no rush, and the better we do at warming each other up, the more critical our climaxes will be. Once I see what d20 is responding to, I simply give her more of that, and eventually add my fingers to the mix.
After a while, I’m simply lapping away at her with everything I’ve got while d12 pounds me up the ass. I can sense by the way d20 is clenching and unclenching her stomach that she’s about to cum, so I don’t let up for a second. It’s not long before my hypothesis is confirmed, the beautiful polyhedral die throwing her head back and letting out a frantic scream of ecstasy, completely lost in the moment as surges of pleasure course through her form.
When d20 finally finishes she falls back, panting with exhaustion. Part of me expects her to be done for the night, but I quickly realize this is not the case. In fact, it seems that this orgasm has simply pumped her up even more.
“I need more cock,” she demands. “I need you both to fuck me!”
I glance back at d12, who is still pounding my ass from behind, and he gives me a knowing nod.
Soon enough, the handsome die is pulling out of me as I turn around and lay out on my back. I watch as d20 straddles my body, the beautiful die reaching down and grabbing ahold of my cock. She aligns it with her pussy and then slowly drops down onto me, letting out a soft and satisfied moan as I fill her up completely. She wastes no time getting to work, rocking her hips with skill as d12 climbs into position behind her.
Suddenly, the tightness of her pussy is amplified even more, pulled completely taught as d12 slides into her ass. I can feel him pumping in and out right next to me, and moments later all three of us have found a pleasant, pulsing rhythm together.
“God damn that feels so fucking good,” the beautiful d20 moans. “I feel so full!”
The sensations are passing back and forth between us like a never-ending feedback loop, building and building without any sign of slowing down. We are completely lost in this moment, beside ourselves with ecstasy.
I barely even notice when d6 positions himself next to me, but the second I feel his presence I reach out and grab ahold of his enormous cock. I beat him off furiously while continuing to double penetrate d20. The rapid movements of my hand are clearly just what d6 was looking for, but I take things even farther by opening up wide and swallowing his rod. So much is happening at this point that I can barely keep track of it, but the sense of impending orgasm that continues to blossom within me tells me that I’m on the right track.
More and more the sensation begins to swell, and as though connected by some magical thread, the whole room around us begins to grow louder and louder in their expressions of passion. Everyone is feeling the same thing, the whole gang of beautiful dice and me vibrating on exactly the same carnal wavelength. Nobody changes a damn thing, just keeps pushing and pushing towards the inevitable end of our journey.
“Cum in my mouth!” I cry out to the d6 who so diligently slips in and out of my lips.
“Cum in my pussy!” the d20 on top of me screams.
“Cum in my ass!” the d12 who is fucking her from behind chimes in to yet another die who had joined the fray at some point unbeknownst to me.
Seconds later, the whole lot of us is erupting with a set of powerful orgasms, screaming wildly as we let loose with all of our pent up sexual pressure. I can feel the jizz spill out of me and into 2d0 as I receive a load of my own down my hungry throat. I swallow proudly, taking down every last drop of d6’s seed.
Eventually, the whole collection of dice and me are lying in a sweaty pile, panting with exhaustion as we revel in our post orgasmic bliss.
The eyes of the whole table are upon me, completely enraptured in this moment of role-playing tension that has been building over the whole evening. After the last game, it feels as though everyone has been waiting for a moment for me to either redeem myself or fail even more miserably.
“The Void crabs have you cornered, hissing loudly and snapping their claws,” Grant the game master explains, painting the picture in our imaginations. “Everyone else has managed to swing across the ravine, but Normo has been left behind after stepping in a bear trap. Somehow he’s managed to free himself, but he’s been left very wounded and the rope that was used before is now frayed and broken.”
“I’m swinging across the ravine,” I announce.
It’s not like I’ve got any other choice in this situation, but this proclamation is still filled with an extra helping of confidence from your truly. I’m not worried.
“Alright,” Grant replies with a somber nod. “First things first, you have a ninety eight percent chance of the rope breaking. You want me to roll this check or should you?”
“I’ll roll it,” I reply.
“You need double nines or double zeros,” Grant continues.
I take my two d10s, giving each of them a knowing look. Seconds later I’m bounce these enormous dice across the ground, the whole table of players watching with grave attention at my desperate attempt to find even the slightest shred of luck. None of them think this is going to work.
I remain cool, calm, and collected. I have absolute confidence in what the results will be, and when these two d10s come to rest the entire room erupts in a shocked cheer of excitement.
Two nines stare back at us, one of them giving me a wink as I return the gesture with a quiet nod.
“Looks like it’s your lucky day,” the game master offers.
“I think I’m gonna be having quite a few of those,” I reply.
