Not long ago my friend K requested “erotica prompts” from the readers of her blog. She desired to write a wholly unique story for her long-distance lover and was hoping to generate shiny new ideas which had never been explored before.
I instantly submitted this:
“From behind a rock I watched the maiden struggling against her chains, the greasy green tentacle sliding through the mud toward her bare foot.”
My friend immediately read it, then reacted. “Ew! No tentacle sex!”
“Think outside the box,” I responded, “Maybe the person behind the rock is evil. Maybe the maiden is evil. Maybe the tentacle is rescuing the maiden. Or maybe the tentacle and the person behind the rock want each other! Don’t be so heteronormative.”
“I am outside the box! And I’m not being heteronormative!” she protested.
“Well then. Don’t be so tentacle-normative.”
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So now I challenge you. Submit below short (30 or fewer words, please) erotica prompts for my friend K by Monday, October 20th at 12:01 am. Since she’s being so narrow-minded about the motivations of our tentacled friends, please do try to avoid any but the most marginalized mentions of them.
I’ve got five or six little goodies to give away to the authors of the entries we like best. And the winning entry? The winning entry will have his or her story completed by my pal K, with any reasonable personalizations included. When she’s done with the story, I’ll post it here for all to enjoy.
Tentacle-free erotica personalized just for you? Awesome.
I wandered through the Halloween party, tipsy with one too many drinks and ready to get laid. I found my masked lover and shoved him into the nearest bedroom.
The rain pounded down. Her breasts were breathtaking through the drenched silk in the moonlight. We found an old boat house to take cover in. She slowly unzipped…
She stands with her nose against the glass. These feelings… She doesn’t understand. Maybe it’s the thought of those suction cups on her clit… an octopus… would she? Could she?