Octolurve

School girls

.... are never safe in Japanese anime

The dream of the fisherman's wife

Since my dream I have discovered that there are many images of tentacle erotica and it seems this genre originates from this erotic woodcut by the Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai that dates from the 1814. You will note that there are two octopi, the smaller of which wraps one of its tentacles around the woman's nipple and kisses her, whilst the larger Octopus sucks delightfully from between her legs. Hokusai is better known for his iconic and world famous print, The Great Wave off Kanagawa, which can be seen at the V&A museum in London.

The dream....

(The Girl and Octopus Man)

In my feverish dream you were molested by a giant octopus; with its many squirming and twisting tentacles firmly wrapped around your torso, arms and legs.

This horrible and ugly beast sucked, bit and fondled at your breasts with its powerful suckers attached firmly to your nipples. Its many wriggling tendrils explored every part of you whilst coating you in a slippery, sticky and oily film.

A slimy end rummaged at your mouth whilst another limb simultaneously griped tightly at your throat, you fought for breath as its hold started to tighten. The force of its grasp was strong enough to squeeze an Oooff! of expelled air from your constricted throat.

Another arm then sat up like a snake about to strike and without warning the softened end probed, pushed and rubbed a slimy gluey arm tip against your ass hole. You writhed in wild and uncontrolled manic pleasure.

At the same time two other hideous sucking limbs powerfully held your legs apart as the creature’s mouth and head sucked and drank from between your legs. Its long and thick tongue prodded and explored between your legs. It then gave way to another limb of gristly and rubbery solid flesh, which started to enter you and then filled you until you felt that you might split in two, your mind drifted and danced between conscious and unconscious thought.

Whilst the beast abused you again and again the look upon your face was a superhuman expression of agony and sorrow, ecstasy and pain… an hysterical and frenzied joy was painted upon your sweat burdened face as you experienced wave after wave of earth shattering and powerful orgasms………

Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I'd call me Us

Ogden Nash.