Tentacle porn isn’t something I use in my erotic fantasies, even though octopi are beautiful and interesting, and I love watching them move; to see how they live. I wrote a post for a Wicked Wednesday prompt, and really liked some of the images I found. I am intrigued by tentacle porn, which 2018 resulted in this flash fiction story – His Voice – and I thought it’s high time to edit and share it again.
Speaking of voice, in those beginning days of our relationship, Master T and I had contact through email, chat, and we called each other. I fell in love with his voice in those early days, and still love it! With the upcoming operation, one of the risk is damaging the nerves controlling his voice, and I really, really hope that doesn’t happen!
A last note: I have no experience or knowledge at all of erotic hypnotism, but I do have a vivid imagination…
Sascha was like a child all afternoon, rushing from cage to cage to see the exotic zoo animals. Ryan followed her with a smile. He loved seeing her this excited; seeing her enjoy the little things in life.
“There’s one more place to go, my love,” he said and pulled Sascha towards the entrance of the aquarium. She hesitated for a moment, then laughed, now having him follow. Her happy demeanor changed when they walked past and under the basins with fish in all sizes, sharks, sea turtles and more. When they reached the giant crabs, Sascha became very quiet. She quickly glanced at them, and then moved on, pulling Ryan with her.
The next basin housed an octopus. Sascha froze. Standing right in front of it, she watched some tentacles moving lazily through the water, while others stuck to the window. Ryan looked at his girlfriend and realized she was paralyzed with fear.
He moved to stand behind her.
“Close your eyes and listen to my voice.”
His arms snaked around her; his hands resting under her breasts; his fingers barely touching the rounding of her boobs.
“I’m holding you. It’s only me and you. You and me. We are the world. Feel my heart beat against your body. The rhythm. Lean into me. Relax. Listen.”
His mouth was close to her ear; his voice a monotone whisper. Sascha concentrated on his voice. Her body started to relax and the octopus was all but forgotten.
“You feel a soft touch, simultaneously on both your legs. It moves up your thighs and slips around each, adding a bit of pressure.”
Sascha moans softly.
“At the same time your arms are pinned and tied behind your back. Your body is pulled backwards, arching it, pushing your breasts and cunt forward. You can’t move. You have to surrender yourself, to let it happen.”
“Surrender, Sascha, surrender.”
While he spoke these words, Ryan’s thumbs brushed Sascha’s nipples. Her body was fully relaxed; her eyes closed; her mouth open. Her breathing came shallow and quick.
“It slips inside you. Cold. Wet. Firm. Deep. Emptiness remains when it pulls out, and when it pushes in again, you quickly welcome it back. Allows it to fuck you. Two more slide over and around your breasts and squeezes. You’re more aware of tentacle in your cunt. The one drawing your orgasm from you. Even though you fear octopi because of their tentacles, you enjoy the pleasure it brings you now.”
Sascha moaned softly; her body tense; her orgasm near.
“Deeper. Harder. More. You’re close.”
A grunt escaped Sascha’s open mouth.
“The tentacle fills you, fucks you. It’s good. So good. Give in to the pleasure, Sacha. Now!”
Sacha’s eyes flew open the same time her orgasm washed through her body. She needed the support of Ryan’s arms, barely able to stand on her wobbly legs. Sascha looked at the octopus again. It was nowhere as scary as she thought it was. It was… almost… sexy…
© Rebel’s Notes
Image from Wikipedia