Slimy, slippery suckers, slithering over skin and coiling around your limbs, rendering you helpless, overstimulated, and completely at the whim of your monstrous lover…
Welcome to tentacle porn.
I was into tentacle porn before I knew it was a thing. As a child I was always fascinated by the creatures of the sea, who seemed not to have a bone in their body, flexible and writhing their way around the ocean. Some of the first pornography I watched involved a beautiful animated girl and a terrifying monster, raising her up into the air before plunging its’ tentacles into her orifices - and I came so fucking hard, I saw stars.
I’ve always been attracted to things that are a little out of the ordinary. Things we don’t talk about in polite company, things that people side eye and whisper, guilty secrets and flushed cheeks. The world of the forbidden is intoxicating to me, the unknown only beckons me deeper.
As monster porn goes, tentacles are fairly mainstream. But jesus fucking christ, they’re hot.
Bless the world for 2D animation, and bless whatever filthy, fucking perverts sit at their computers, drawing these scenes and creating these sound effects for people like me to get off to. Actual octopi are lovely but I have no sexual feelings towards them - beastiality is really not my jam, I’m all about consent and ethical orgasms.
A sentient, fictional monster beast who’s rising from the deep and is conscious enough to have desires, drives, and motivations though? I have no shame getting off to that fantasy.
It’s a combination of a few things. Helplessness, heavy bondage, overstimulation, wet and messy - and occasionally, it touches on ahegao - the Japanese fetish for being “fucked silly”, as Urban Dictionary puts it, drunk on cum and phallic objects being inserted into you.
As someone who arches their back at the sensation of a lover twisting their hands around my wrists, pinning me to the bed, or wrapping their legs through mine to force them open for their entrance, the idea of having it done with tentacles, numerous slippery beasts who can entwine my limbs like rope, putting me exactly where they want me to be and have the strength to keep me there - it’s intoxicating. Combine that with the sensation play of the cool temperature of the writhing snakes, often covered in a slimy substance, leaving their mark on you wherever they slither along your body, and you’ve already got enough to drive me crazy. The little marks and small pressure points of the suckers, pulling your flesh against them, the sheer size and/or amount of tentacles being on you, activating every nerve point and gently caressing your naked body to the point of overstimulation, before your body is mercilessly ravaged by the beast…it’s easy to see why it’s such a popular fetish.
Sadly, this is one of my fantasies that can never play out in real life. I’ve seen my friends experience VR hentai porn at Sanctuary, and I’ve sat in a group and excitedly expressed my desires to those around me who feel the same, but the truth remains - there will never be a sentient monster beast who is going to rise up from the depths of the ocean just to ravage my body in a fit of hedonistic desire.
It’s probably for the best, we’ve all seen how those Godzilla movies play out.
However, the deconstruction of the kink is an important one. While animated shorts and written erotica will always have their place in allowing me to escape in the fantasy, there are some things i do like to experience. I get the helpless feeling off being tightly bound, particularly in rope, and contorted into flexible positions. I get overstimulated by participating in orgies or gangbangs, having hands and mouths glide over my willing body, happily pleasuring those who choose to attend. If I’m feeling into it, I can even achieve the slight ahegao feeling by having participants orgasm on my body, leaving the wet, sticky, slightly slimy feeling behind that a tentacle would. I know I’m into the slight pressure of the suckers, so my lovers bite and suck and kiss my tender flesh as they penetrate me. I know I’m into being posed in such a way it’s easy to take advantage of all my holes, so I research how to create such positions and bring them into the bedroom. I know I’m into temperature play, so I have steel toys and ice next to the bed, ready to create that alien feeling if I so desire.
I’m never going to create a full tentacle scene. It’s simply not possible - and in all honesty, it may be too much for anyone. But by deconstructing the kink and the fantasy, I can choose select elements to bring into the bedroom at any point. A shy, vanilla lover might be curious about temperature, so I can easily facilitate the temperature play side. I’ll sit with someone who might want to play rough and pin me down, and explain exactly how I like their limbs to slide across mine - there’s a huge difference between ambushing someone across the room, and slowly, sensually entwining yourself with them in such a way it leaves them pinned and helpless. Each have their place.
The point of deconstructing all my fantasies is to know exactly what makes me tick and bring select elements into each bedroom scene, crafting each and every sexual experience slightly differently and always keeping people on their toes. With explicit discussion and prior negotiation, I’m able to isolate elements of what I’m into and connect those with the things you’re into, and craft an amazingly erotic time for the two of us.
But….don’t mind me if I have tentacle porn playing in the background at the same time.
PS: Enter Trentacle, my new tattoo.
I really just wanted to make a statement about how much I fucking love tentacles. Octopi are cool and all, but now I have permanent ink of tentacles writhing their way around my arm, shamelessly branding myself as a hentai slut. I’ve always owned my sexuality and this just happens to be an exceptionally aesthetically pleasing way of doing so.