We're finally doing it...the tentacle monster thread.

Something coolish, wet, and rough wrapped around her ankle. She gazed down at the reddish and white snakish thing clinging to her. Another sucker-covered---THING---slivered up her leg, pressing into the crotch of her bikini bottoms, forcing the fabric into her quim.

"Well, that's not right," Anne said. Oh, how good it felt. She believed she should scream and try to run away. But fucking hell, it felt terrific! Like a thick, course, well-educated tongue.
 
This was nothing like the grainy 2D vintage videos that I used to amuse myself, it was a billion pixels and rendered in full holographic 3D. The moving pictures hung in mid-air between us, looking like scale models of their subjects. I'd grown up with the technology, but still sometimes felt a compulsion to touch the images, so high was their fidelity.

What appeared was a small, blonde girl standing nude in front of a large, levitating octopus. I heard Na-ri's intake of breath. The octopus's tentacles gripped the girl's limbs and pulled them into an X. A fifth coiled round her neck and her head tilted back, face flushing pale red. She was lifted off the ground in an erotic crucifixion. She was me of course. For the first time, I noticed how David held me higher than him, almost as if he was venerating my tiny, bound frame. His three other tentacles extended and moved forwards, finding my mouth, vagina and anus, penetrating each, swelling to optimally fill each bodily cavity. This was the coleoid equivalent of the missionary position and David loved the classics.
 
Something coolish, wet, and rough wrapped around her ankle. She gazed down at the reddish and white snakish thing clinging to her. Another sucker-covered---THING---slivered up her leg, pressing into the crotch of her bikini bottoms, forcing the fabric into her quim.

"Well, that's not right," Anne said. Oh, how good it felt. She believed she should scream and try to run away. But fucking hell, it felt terrific! Like a thick, course, well-educated tongue.
Ew, gross, you're so nasty.
 
This thread prompted me to try writing my own version of a tentacle monster. I pondered how best to develop the character of the monster. How would it look? Why would it interact with human women in an intrusive manner? What's it's motivation? And how would women react to the monster?

So, I found my inspiration pushing me to continue with my previous Amorous Goods story line, and
last night my "AMOROUS GOODS: The Magic Lamp" went public in Scifi & Fantasy (not my usual Loving Wives).

"An Aladdin’s lamp releases the tentacle porn star."
 
My tentacle story is in NonHuman, but is a sequel to one in LW.
 
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