Good Sense of Humor, Must Have Tentacles

Josie, dumped by her fourth loser boyfriend in a row, has decided it's time for a change of direction. She meets Jack, a handsome alien, through the Interstellar Dating Agency. He's perfect in almost every way, but there's just one problem - he has six tentacles. When Josie decides to finally give herself to the man of her dreams, she finds that love doesn't discriminate and sex with an alien really can be like nothing else on Earth.

A 5,000-word erotic short story. Contains very strong language and explicit sexual content between consenting adults aged 18 and over. Adult-only themes include alien sex and multiple penetration with tentacles (including anal and oral) which may offend or disturb some readers.

EXCERPT:

Jack moved down to my breasts and gently blew air over my nipples. I almost came. His tongue slowly licked around my rock-hard tips, savoring the tiny bumps of my areolas, before softly sucking my nipples into his mouth, first one then the other. I moaned out, unable to take this exquisite torture any further.

"F*ck me, Jack," I begged. "Please f*ck me." My lust was palpable and waves of warm juice flooded my pussy. He slid my panties down, the saturated fabric literally peeling off me, and he removed both my soaked thong and my high heels. I was completely naked now, except for the blindfold, and my stomach began to do cartwheels at what would come next.

"You're so beautiful, Josie. Your body is incredible. You've exposed yourself completely to me," he said softly. "Now it's my turn."

Suddenly, I blurted out a crazy question, the moment playing havoc with my thought process. "Wait a minute...are your tentacles smooth or suckered?"

Jack let out a little laugh. "Smooth."

"Oh, good," I giggled. "Sorry."

I heard his clothes dropping to the floor and took a deep breath. This was it. I was about to make love to an alien.