#monsterfucker.

A being you can't tell exactly how many eyes or mouths it has, but you know it looks at you salivating when you undress. It has the strength to crush you with one tentacle, but carefully wraps its winding limbs around your ankles as they pull them apart. A being that can tell your thoughts just by touching you, and truly knows how much you love it, and tells you the same with words sent into your soul rather than your ears. One that literally melts at your touch before reforming and giving you undivided attention. One that is honestly curious about everything about your life and world. One that can't judge you for how monstrous you may feel.

It was two nights ago, though, maybe more.

But that was the first time it happened. I mean I rarely get sex dreams in general. To have one that touched on my monsterfucker desires? How special!

It’s hard to recall much detail to talk about now.

I do remember how unusually vivid it was.

I think the monster was supposed to scare me. I remember feeling fear, watching them approach me. Until I just, looked up at them defiantly and put my hand on their middle.

The thing was big. I mean, Big. Towering over me even when they sat down. Touching their body, I remember how warm and somewhat scaly their skin felt.

It had many eyes and sharp teeth that protruded from their lips. And too many arms.

Their dick was massive. And hot. I was tentatively leaning towards it until it met my lips, and they patted me on the head. I couldn’t get it properly into my mouth, but I remember loving it.

Then they grabbed me and pulled me back against their huge body, slid their dick between my thighs. It was thick and long enough almost to fuck my tits as well as my thighs. It felt good. Until they came all over me, and I remember feeling so proud of myself.

The rest is a little blurry. But I couldn’t forget this part of the dream especially because I could feel them. Feel the way their many hands held my waist and arms as they bent me over in front of them. And felt the way they stretched me open and fucked me, fully, over and over.

Because my sex dreams have never gone that way before. I either wake up or my brain just goes blank at the point of any penetration.

it snares you on your lunch break, slipping out from under the park bench and curling around your ankle. before you realize anything is wrong, it’s already trapped you in your seat, legs spread, arms locked, and it’s bulging and bursting its way out through your too-tight clothes.

it fills your holes fast, too fast to feel good, but the aphrodisiac in its slime works its way into your bloodstream eventually and twenty to thirty minutes after the attack began, you’re moaning and clenching along with every thrust in every hole.

the nutrients it pulls from you are in your excretions — your cum, your slick, your drool, your sweat, your tears — and it feeds for hours. hours of pleasure, orgasm after orgasm, until you’re drained and dehydrated. it won’t take more from you than you can give. it’s a symbiotic relationship. but once it’s found a host that can withstand it, it will die if separated.

this is considered much too cruel, when all it asks is a few hours of stimulation each day. it’s also not an excuse to avoid work or other daily activities. but as a quirk of its feeding habits, tentacle monsters generally prefer to gorge themselves in highly populated areas, shredding clothing and rendering its host a writhing, moaning mess in the middle of the gym or a particularly crowded street. scientists believe this is another kind of survival mechanism, providing entertainment for the other members of its host’s species to keep them from assisting in any separation procedures.

so when it grabs you, it holds onto you, living close to your skin and inside your holes for the duration of its long life, fucking you daily in front of a crowd for the next five to ten years. and even once it’s gone, who could forget the way you begged, the way you sobbed, the way you looked as you came. every day. in front of everyone you know.