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Now that we are getting into October and things are getting a bit weird, I thought I would share one of my Smutty Smidgeons. They tend to be… “different”. This one is for the tentacle fans out there. You know who you are. Pacific is one of the four shorts in my erotic horror compilation called Odd Bits & Dark Corners.
by Tracy DeSanto
Vanessa took the last sip from her mug and walked to the screen door. She felt good enough. The gentle boost from the green tea was a decent substitute for her regular coffee. New life habits for a new life…
She enjoyed the benefits of the cabin. She could be nude all the time. Vanessa was comfortable in her skin and loved the freedom. No appalled millennial offspring, no disinterested husbands… just herself, naked and natural.
She took a thick towel off the rack by the door and draped it over her shoulders. Stepping into her flip-flops, she went out into the sun-kissed morning. There was still haze in the sky. It was cool now, but would be hot later. The place wasn’t a cabin, really. It was a two million dollar beachfront property, all perfectly comfortable and modern – also utterly remote. It belonged to her, now… all part of the settlement.
Her bum jiggled a bit, free and easy. Her breasts moved in sympathy with her pace as she walked towards the beach. Vanessa picked her way along the path down to the tide-flats. Her body had held up fine. Better than fine, actually. Vanessa had kept right on doing her triathlons and yoga through twenty years of raising Gerry’s offspring. Her tummy had nicely defined abs, even under the stretch marks from child-birth. Over time her boobs had grown softer, but they were hers, and they were beautiful. She had married him for security, and because she had been young and naive. He had married her because his cock had told him to. It hadn’t surprised Vanessa that Gerry had replaced her with a younger model. Leopards never change their spots. Forty being the new thirty doesn’t matter much if your husband wants a girl who is twenty. Ah well. The kids would be fine, and the pre-nup she made Gerry sign those years ago left her in a damn fine situation.
Walking farther down the trail, she couldn’t see the cabin anymore. The gentle breeze made the trees whisper a conspiracy. She could hear the strange, mocking cries of a raven somewhere. Scrunching over the barnacle rocks and slippery kelp, she made her way to the water’s edge. The world smelled supernaturally clean, with just a hint of iodine and salt. She stopped at a big rock and placed her flip-flops and towel on it. Time for a swim.
She strode into the water, grunting sharply. It was always a surprise. The sun on her body felt warm, but mama ocean flowed cool to the point of being cold. Her gooseflesh rose and her nipples popped up the way they always did: big sensitive cylinders. Back in school the girls had called her “Nibs”. Vanessa advanced to be crotch-deep and then paused, letting her tender parts come to terms with the temperature. They were sensitive, too. She’d happily given up the Brazilian wax when Gerry left. As such, her garden grew wild. Vanessa took a moment to savour the solitude of her situation and the tingling of her twat. She resembled a lone neolithic woman in an empty pre-historic world… well, except for the Egyptian cotton towel and the dollar-store shoes.
She dove in abruptly, tricking her body. Her nerves yammered, sending the urgent message to her brain that the water was cold. She swam with strength and experience born from years of competition. After a few moments she adjusted to the water and darted through the ocean like a porpoise. No sensation compared to swimming in the Pacific with no clothes on.
The water was relatively shallow, so she knew that she wasn’t in far over her head. She made for the ridge of rocks that poked up in the middle of the inlet. It resembled a tiny island. She had watched seals sun themselves on it. Today she would take her solitude there.
Her feet found purchase on the rocks as she arrived. Black slate jutted up diagonally, smooth and eternal: an ancient, massive shelf. Under the water she could see purple starfish and orange anemones. Deep in the crevasses sea urchins dwelled. Gulls squawked and fled as she approached.
Vanessa lay back against the rock shelf: Mother Nature’s spa lounger. She remained half-submerged, enjoying the warm sun on her torso. Below her waist was an alien realm of blue waters. Looking up, she saw an enormous eagle circling high, riding the air currents. Even when she felt alone, she noticed, she wasn’t.
A gentle swell rolled in. The tide swept up her torso, nudging her against the rocks. Salty water lapped up across her ribcage to splash on her breasts, teasing her nipples. Her bum bounced and rubbed against the smooth slate beneath her. Vanessa opened her legs and enjoyed the underwater currents fluttering across her cunt. Her new muff danced in the ebb and flow like a mammalian anemone. Casually… distracted… almost as if she didn’t know what she was up to, she began to play with herself.
She reached down with her left hand and pulled against her labia, opening herself to the Pacific. She saved her right hand for her clit, barely touching herself to start with: just a tiny flick with her finger, then nothing. Vanessa enjoyed playing this game. She would make herself wait… almost not knowing when the next touch would come.
With both hands busy and her legs spread wide, she bobbed against the rock shelf like a very dirty message in a bottle. Vanessa closed her eyes and relaxed. Her own wetness mingled with the infinite juices of mama ocean. Another flick to her clit caused her neck and torso to flush crimson in the sunshine. She set her jaw and whimpered. Cool water splashed droplets over her tits as they rolled with the thrusting of the waves. Vanessa bit her lip and flexed her index finger to probe herself again, but yelped in arousal as the touch came sooner than she anticipated. Eyes closed, she extended her finger down to her clit, but found it already covered with cool slippery flesh. Then something pulled on her and made her squeal.
Water splashed. Strong tentacles wrapped themselves around each of her arms. They pinned her wrists to her thighs as countless suction cups stuck to her and bound her tight. The tip of another tentacle held her clit prisoner. Yet another one explored her cunt, teasing and pushing, searching for entrance. It penetrated Vanessa in a way she had never experienced: fluid and searching, incremental and relentless. This did not resemble the boring banging Gerry gave her. The alien and feminine approach aroused her devastatingly. Pinned and helpless, adrift in the tide, Vanessa breathed deep and rocked her pelvis up.
Under the sea the top tentacle worked her clit while the bottom tentacle twisted inside her. It pushed in and out, searching for something. Two more tentacles rolled out of the water, up her torso, to caress her breasts. After a moment they found their objectives, latching suction cups upon her firm, desperate nipples. The creature entwined the woman and bound her up completely. Its extremities worked together in a symphony, pushing and pulling, tugging and releasing… all in time with the gentle, eternal roll of the waves. It was really too much.
Vanessa ululated loudly. The raven mocked back a reply.
Another tentacle explored her ass, gently at first, but not taking no for an answer. Soon Vanessa was being double-penetrated, but with a designated clit-teaser added for good measure. The tentacles slipped in and out of her. She was a well-lubricated machine. The one inside her cunt finally twisted around and latched onto the her g-spot, pressing with unexpected force while pulling with its suction cups. Vanessa’s salty juices flowed freely to meet this dextrous invader. She arched her back and kicked salt water, then spread as wide as she could.
Calm, she lay herself open like a fish and whispered, “Fuck me.”
The octopus fucked her. Vanessa surrendered helplessly to the onslaught of sensations. Her nervous system overloaded with screaming pleasure from her nipples and clit, her cunt and her ass. The splash of the cold water, the sun on her face, the sound of the waves and the gulls… These sensations took her to another place. She combined with the Pacific. The life and currents, the coldness and warmth, the immensity of it all… She became a tiny part of it.
Vanessa only saw her climax approaching for an instant before it smashed into her like a tsunami. She screamed and contorted. She shuddered and flexed, thrashing yet bound up. Her lover held her tight and kept her safe, never letting go, continuing to fuck and probe her until it was over. A final tentacle reached up and traced a line along her ear as Vanessa relaxed and exhaled. She revelled in the otherworldly intimacy of it.
She opened her eyes in time to see the tentacles release her. They pulsated various colours of crimson, purple and gold, then became slate grey as they slid beneath the surface, disappearing.
Her body showed many ring-shaped marks from the suction cups, but they would fade soon enough. Her lover had known the right amount of force to use. After a rest, she swam back to the beach and staggered out of the water, wobbly on her legs… exhausted. Vanessa retrieved her flip-flops and rubbed the towel over herself. Tomorrow she would fortify herself with a descent breakfast before she returned.
“I think I will call you Octavia,” she said.
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