Heat sears across my cheeks and my mind fills with a catalog of solitary encounters with the sucking rose.

My pink toy hovers close to where the monster’s mouth should be and my breath slows enough for me to hear the sounds of obscene slurping. My entire body tingles as I writhe within his grip, and I’m sure some of his suckers are pulling at my flesh. I tried to run, but he caught me around the waist and gagged me with one of his slippery appendages. I woke up in the middle of the night to find a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed, claiming to be my soul mate. One thing led to another, and now I have a tentacle beast in my room who knows exactly how to make me moan.I can’t tell if he’s considering my words or deciding whether or not to take a risk with my life, but when he closes the rip in the air, I collapse with relief. By accepting all cookies, you agree to our use of cookies to deliver and maintain our services and site, improve the quality of Reddit, personalize Reddit content and advertising, and measure the effectiveness of advertising. Before that one, the guy fumbled around so much that I ended up faking my orgasm just to make him stop. I can already imagine what he’ll do with them—the hours of endless pleasure he’ll give every part of me that needed his touch.

By rejecting non-essential cookies, Reddit may still use certain cookies to ensure the proper functionality of our platform. With all my spare time spent painting watercolors in the hope that one of them will sell, it’s near impossible to meet decent men. One thing led to another, and I have a tentacle monster in my bed who knows exactly how to make me scream. The pulse between my ears pounds so hard that it muffles all sound, including the meditation I’d stupidly played to attract a soul mate.I had only used the toy this morning and forgot to clean it, but if he likes what he tastes, I know a place he can get plenty.