Strange and terrifying things live in the ocean. Many of them are still completely unknown to science. And some of those things are monsters with voracious appetites.
In this erotic short story a marine scientist slips over the edges of her fantasies in the darkness of 6000 feet of water. There, the limits of her rational scientific mind are split open by an encounter with one of the most unique, reclusive, and massively powerful, but very real, creatures on Earth - the colossal squid.
Leave conventional erotica behind, and descend with her into this world of pitch. There will you will discover if you are among the few who can find pleasure in the cold blackness of the deepest places - in the coils of the Kraken.
"Now comfortable in the cold dark, he explores his acquisition thoroughly; his arms and tentacles everywhere on her body, touching every curve, every marked definition of muscle or fat. She can't process all the things happening. There is too much to track. Too many arms and tentacles, too much sensory input for her small human mind. She wills him to touch anything. She wills him to see her body with his arms, his tentacles, his suckers, hooks and teeth, and his touch. She notices that he spends more time on her hard edges: her knees, her elbows, her hips — drawing a picture for himself of her external soft edge, and its strange hard interior frame that gives it an unmalleable alien shape."
Alan Moore once said "Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images, to achieve changes in consciousness... Indeed to cast a spell is simply to spell, to manipulate words, to change people's consciousness, and this is why I believe that an artist or writer is the closest thing in the contemporary world to a shaman."
I'm just here trying to successfully execute some magic.
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If you REALLY like what you read, think about throwing a few dollars after an e-book. If everyone reading this right now paid $3, I would have like $9. But it would only take 10,000 people paying $3 for me to make a living doing this. (Yes I could live on that.) There probably are 10,000 people out of the 7 billion in the world who would be willing to pay that.
It could be you! If you support my creative project, I'll support yours! !end me your link. It could turn into a some kind of whole creative-go-around system.
I have some notion that I should keep a mailing list. Email me to be added: a.andiron@protonmail.com. Fear not the spam. This list isn't some vast database of contacts, it's more like a friends-and-family thing. Besides, my productivity is so low, you'll probably wish to see more emails from me, not fewer. Or just follow me on here, I suppose.
Which means the descriptions were so well done that the image of the erotica was clear in my mind. It was a turn on. But why do we fantasize about sex with octopi and tentacles?
This is a very short story that reads like poetry. It starts off like any scientific expedition and quickly become something else entirely. I'd highly recommend it for a quick read.
Scientific exploration of the deep quickly turns to sexual fantasy as her mini sub is crushed by a giant squid. Story isn’t even my believable by the fiction of the writer.