It was a humid summer morning. The kids were at my mother’s, and my husband was at work. I was gearing up for a productive day, starting with a workout at the gym with my neighbor, Diane. We blasted through a high-intensity workout that got our blood pumping. She and I were each super sweaty by the time we were done, and I was enjoying a bit of a post-workout high. It feels so satisfying to get a good pump in to start the day. As odd as it may sound, vigorous exercise at the gym tends to make my nipples pokey. I usually put band-aids over my nips to stave off unwanted stares. Neither Diane nor I had any band-aids today.
On the ride home, Diane updated me on rumored sightings of an alien-like “sea monster” in local waterways. Based on the descriptions, it sounded like some sort of large octopus, which doesn’t make any sense given that we don’t live near any saltwater bodies of water. Still, the story caught my attention as I’ve always had a bit of a fascination with octopuses. We concluded that kids probably made up the story to keep people away from their fishing spots.
When I got home, I immediately went to the basement, shed my sweaty gym clothes, and put them in the washer along with the rest of the laundry I was planning to accomplish. I went up to the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water, and reviewed my to-do list on my phone. As I was reviewing, I saw a social media notification about the rumored “sea monster.” Several people claimed to have seen it climb out of the water and slither into the woods. Interesting. The sighting was at a pond that my husband likes to frequent. I can’t wait to discuss this with him. Anyway, I had better get showered if I wanted to complete all my errands.
As I showered, my thoughts wandered a bit, and I found myself super horny for no apparent reason. This happens sometimes when I’m at this stage in my cycle, and I reminded myself that’s probably what’s going on. I considered reaching for the shower head to explore some “me time,” but I thought better of it. I knew that I could get caught up in the shower for a while, and I really wanted to get all my errands done today. I switched the water to cold to try to shake off any distracting sexual thoughts, such as seeing Daine’s pokey nips earlier and fantasizing about getting naked with her.
Okay, the ice-cold water did its thing. I’m refocused and ready to tackle that to-do list. I dry off, wrap myself in a towel, and head to the bedroom to pick out some clothes.
As I rummage through my closet, I feel what I can only describe as a presence. I’m home alone, so I pause to listen for any noise. I hear nothing and generally look around and see nothing. However, I do smell some lavender. Did I leave my scented body lotion open?
As I approach the dresser, I catch some movement out of the corner of my eye. There is some sort of black octopus-like creature slithering out of the bathroom. Startled, I jumped back, dropping my towel and clothes,
My fight or flight instinct started to kick in. I wanted to run. What the fuck is this thing?! I kind of froze near the bedroom door, about to run, but my curiosity got the best of me. The creature rose up into a sort of upright position, and it changed colors to a bright green. It had a large, bulbous head that resembled a stereotypical alien creature.
I found myself in a bit of a standoff with the creature. I did not quite know what to do next. If this thing made any sudden movements, I was ready to bolt out the door. I felt like it was waiting for me to make the next move. I started to feel even more vulnerable as I remembered that I was naked. I instinctively covered my breasts, for some reason, and tightened up my stance. Boy, were my nipples super hard, perhaps a remnant of the cold finish to my shower. My warm hands would surely warm them up.
As I stood there, the creature slowly slunk back down to the floor and changed colors again. This time it changed to a pinkish hue, perhaps a lavender.
My tensions started to ease as the creature took on a much less menacing and more of a friendly form. I got the sense that it was curious as it started to approach me. My urge to run faded and was replaced with a similar curiosity about the creature. This thing had long, slimy tentacles and was leaving a trail behind it. I really don’t believe it intended to harm me, but I was apprehensive, nonetheless.
It slowly reached out and touched my foot. As expected, it felt warm and slimy. It inched closer, resting its tentacle on my foot before venturing further up my ankle and leg. I felt myself growing more comfortable and relaxed as the creature seemed to be trying to get to know me. I stood there perfectly still as my mind started to wander with my own curious thoughts.
The creature proceeded to wrap itself around my right leg and began to ascend my leg up towards my hip. The creature’s body was super slimy, and the intermittent feel of the tentacles suctioning felt remarkable.
As the creature continued its ascent over my hip, to my lower back, then ultimately up to my shoulder and neck area, I felt myself becoming more comfortable with it. I eased my pose and dropped my arms to my sides in a more natural position. The creature’s tentacles were now wrapped around various parts of my legs and arms, and it felt wonderful. My mind wandered a bit, and I was thinking about the classic tale of the Dream of the Fisherman's Wife.
Its head/body was on my shoulder, and it was emitting some sort of mucus-like substance that was kind of bubbling out. The smell of lavender was strong, but there was also a hint of a semen-like aroma that I could detect and found to be highly erotic. I became acutely aware of my arousal, and my nipples felt erect in a very profound way. I looked down, and my nipples had become elongated even more than I remember from my breast-feeding days.
As I was looking at, and trying to comprehend, what was going on with my breasts, I heard a gloppy dripping sound. Oh my god. I think it is coming from my vagina. I notice another glop of cream land on top of a small puddle that is forming between my legs. What is going on with my body?!
This thing isn’t even touching my private parts, and I’m more aroused than ever. I need to sit down, and i sit back, holding myself up with my arms. This feels wrong, but also so right. Octavia must know that I’m aching for her to touch me even more intimately. Yes, I named her Octavia because no man could possibly have this much understanding of the female body.
“This feels so good, Octavia,” I whimper, “You can touch me all over.” With that, she moved her body across my right breast, then onto the left, leaving a trail of slimy goodness as she did. She started to suckle my nipple, and that sent me into an almost instant orgasm. I may have blacked out for a moment, as I wasn’t expecting that.
The orgasm was intense. I could feel my body spasming as Octavia held me tightly with her strong tentacles. It took me a moment to regain my senses. I began to feel invigorated as Octavia continued to explore my body. My legs were still spread apart, and I was hoping that Octavia would take the hint. I needed to be touched down there. Yes, down there, and I needed it badly.
She took the hint. I could feel one or two of her tentacles zeroing in on my creamy cunt. She gently tickled my vaginal opening, then made her way to my engorged clit. Oh fuck. Here comes another orgasm. It was also intense, but I managed to stay with the moment.
“Fuck. Fuck. Ffff…fuck me, Octavia,” I managed to let out. I was craving to be filled, and I was hoping she could help. She most certainly could. I’m pretty sure she had two tentacles inside of me, and it was the fullest my vagina ever felt. She paused for another moment, allowing me to fully enjoy the moment. I can’t believe I let this unworldly creature explore the depths of my vagina.
After another moment, I felt a warming sensation inside my vagina. It was followed by a tingling feeling. Damn, she is good at this. Then, without warning, she grabbed my breasts really hard, and then she began to fuck me with her tentacles, just like I had asked.
It certainly caught me off guard at first, but she must have sensed that I wanted to be dominated. There were tentacles around my neck, body, and breasts as her tentacles fucked me with authority. There were audible squelching/sloshing sounds as her tentacles slid in and out of my excessively lubricated vagina. It was not long before that final orgasm hit. When it did, I came really hard, I mean like REALLY hard. My vagina erupted like some sort of volcano. There were juices spraying out and hitting my dresser. I could not stop it. My body was spasming uncontrollably, and my cunt just kept spraying.
It eventually subsided, and Octavia slithered back to where she came from. I lay there for a while in a puddle of slime and assorted sexual juices. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of what just happened. I was exhausted, and I felt gross and slimy, but I also felt sexually rejuvenated in a way I struggle to describe. What time is it anyway? I do not think I’m going to get all those chores done.
