Robin Michelle Writes

Lisa slid down into the hot steaming bath, enjoying the pulsing of the jets against her tired aching body. She’d been waiting for this bath all week long, through meetings and arguments and messes that apparently only she could clean up. Coming home, she’d lit some aromatherapy candles, opened a fresh bottle of moscato, and let the tub fill. Dan had promised he’d leave her alone until she was out of the tub. Past experience led her to believe she’d get maybe twenty minutes of alone time before he came bursting in, needing her for some stupid thing that he really should be able to take care of on his own. So she was making the most of what time she did get. Relaxing music was playing, calming scents filled the air, and a cooling mask covered her eyes. Lisa sipped her wine and released a deep sigh.

It’d hadn’t been more than maybe fifteen minutes when Lisa felt Dan running his hand along her leg.

“Dan, come on, you promised to leave me alone.” She didn’t hear him respond, but his hand stopped. For a moment. And then it was joined by a second hand, wrapping around her other leg.

“Dan, I said stop!” Lisa tried to pull her legs away from him but the hands just tightened their grip. She reached up to remove the eye mask, to look him in the face, but then her arms were grabbed and pinned down. “Dan?”

Lisa fought the rising panic, focusing on what she was feeling. Clearly not hands, though they gripped her. They slid over and around her body smoothly, wrapping around her arms, her legs, her waist, holding her down in the tub. She counted – one, two, three, four, five, six… At least six, but maybe more… Three or more people? But she didn’t hear anyone. And really, whatever was grasping her, it didn’t feel human…

Tentacles. They felt like… tentacles.

Lisa wiggled, but it was no use – they only tightened more.

The tentacles on her legs pulled them apart while the ones around her waist moved up her torso towards her breasts. The touches were not in any way menacing. In fact, they were calming, soothing. Lisa felt herself relaxing into them, trying to think of it as an odd massage.

That worked, kind of, until they reached her breasts. The feeling was… arousing. The tentacles curled over and around her breasts, and she finally felt what could only be suckers on her nipples, pulling and squeezing them. Lisa whimpered as her nipples hardened and she felt a corresponding tingle in her pussy.

This was so not right, but she was trapped, unable to get away. She tried calling for Dan, but immediately a tentacle was there, covering her mouth, preventing her from crying out. And her body was betraying her, responding to this wrongness with arousal, no matter how much her mind fought it.

Another tentacle writhed its way up between her legs. The tip of it found her clit and stroked and rubbed. Without conscious thought, Lisa arched her hips, pressing forward against it, pleading wordlessly for more. The creature slithered yet another tentacle between her thighs. This one didn’t stop but slid right into her through labia lubricated by her arousal. And it kept sliding in, filling and stretching her until there wasn’t room for more. Then it started moving, pulsing.

Oh, god, she thought, I’m being fucked by a monster… and I’m enjoying it… Lisa gave up and gave herself over to the sensations, drowning in the caresses of the many tentacles wrapping and filling her body. She felt her orgasm building, rising to a higher peak than she’d ever felt before. At the moment of release, Lisa let go… and dissolved into foam.


“Lisa? Lisa, honey, it’s been half an hour… Can I come in?”

Dan stopped just inside the bathroom and stared in horror as foam covered tentacles disappeared down the drain of an empty bathtub.


{27 September 2010}   Day 9 #write365

Day 9 #write365

“Holy hell! What is that stench?!” It was all Ronni could do to continue into the car.

When there was no immediate answer, she took a closer look at Melanie, the driver, who was staring unwaveringly forward. “What on earth is that? Are you wearing a necklace made of onions? What- why-,” Ronni took a deep breath, immediately regretting it. Lowering and calming her voice, she continued, “Mel, sweetie, why are you wearing an onion necklace?”

Slowly, with tears in her eyes, Mel turned to her, “I couldn’t find any garlic…” Her voice trailed off.

“Oh, honey, that’s just an old wives tale. Nothing can keep me away from you.” With a flash of fangs, Ronni moved in.


Robin Michelle

{27 September 2010}   Day 8 #write365

Day 8 #write365

The shower flowed over her, blinding, deafening, cutting her off from all senses except the feel of the water on her skin. And she lost herself in the sensations.

He watched her, then slowly, silently he eased the door open and slipped in behind her. Taking care not to touch, he reached past her for the bottle of shampoo.

Shifting forward, he pressed himself against her back. She moaned and wriggled back, pressing her ass against his hard cock until it was hugged by her cheeks.

Leaning forward, he nibbled on her earlobe before whispering huskily into her ear, “Let me wash your hair.”

She tilted her head back, waiting.


Robin Michelle

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