My brain is dark and dirty today…
Swirling with thoughts about demons with long, probing, insistent tongues & curious aggressive fingers on strong hands. Smoky hot flesh & overpowering masculine smells. Teeth flashing & grazing soft, delicate skin. Dark coarse hair bristling, guttural noises from both parties. Hot breath & the smell of welding sparks. I’m imagining a fearful innocent being corrupted, turned into a creature of brazen desire & wanton lust. No thoughts left, just the need to scratch the growing itch, I stretch & skewer myself painfully onto a huge, twitching inhuman dick until all I am is a mass of writhing need, unashamed & undone. Allowing myself to be devoured body & soul.
But also… Cool, muscular, smooth tentacles lifting me up & coiling firmly around each limb so I’m helpless, suspended in a strange, cool, wet chair. My head & body supported comfortably & held tenderly open. Suckers finding each nipple & starting a steady rhythm of pull & release, drawing a deep moan from my lips, allowing the tip of a slimy tentacle in. Revulsion at first but my tongue dancing with it, my mouth invaded. The sensation of gentle slipping & sliding as my pussy is probed & its soft folds are parted. Another sucker beginning the same relentless action over my clit. My body feeling frenzied, wanting to buck & writhe but unable to move as the grip around each limb tightens. My moans lost, muffled by the wet mass filling my mouth, almost slipping down my throat. Borderline panic mingling with pure need, making my heart race & my adrenaline flow. My whole body straining against the iron grip as it begins to explore inside of me. Swelling & growing as it enters my cunt, then soon after both holes full. I feel it rub gleefully against itself through the thin membrane inside of me. My body exploding with the sensation. My curling toes, wide eyes & flaring nostrils desperately sucking in air the only visible signs of what is happening. But I know that once the waves subside it won’t stop. Sucking harder on my swollen, sensitive clit, torturing me until I’m ready again, keeping me there indefinitely riding crests of waves until they crash. I feel like eventually my body will split into a million pieces, dashed on the shore like splintered driftwood. And i won’t even care, my mind will be lost completely. Grateful.
