IsabellaRose

velvet glove

sockjob

I was going to say, "no, don't go", but then you staged that dramatic exit like some teenaged drama queen on a reality show and I had to call it quits; I just can't deal with all the manufactured drama.

Clearly we can't stay together if you don't know me well enough to know of my love of all things maple.

it's time we broke up... you don't share your crepes with me often enough.

The tentacles seem to have moved away from the two women for now, but their writhing forms can be seen all around, almost as if they are part of the floor and walls. The penthouse is gorgeous, decorated in a modern minimalist style all white and silver, almost like a set for a science fiction movie. Leigh makes a gesture toward a small bar area and two tentacles move up and begin mixing drinks. Leigh looks at the younger woman as she takes her hand and smiles. "You are adorable," she says, turning to face Lea. "Would it be forward of me to kiss you?" She moves slightly closer, but gives Lea space so as not to be too imposing. Most girls who come here are already interested in the tentacles, and some are interested in a lot more. She hopes she has read Lea correctly, because the girl is ridiculously attractive to her.

"Kiss me," says Leigh, and leans forward, letting their lips meet again. As they do, Ashley can feel the smooth and warm surface of a purple tentacle slowly moving up and around her perfectly toned calf. It encircles her leg, sliding ever upward. Leigh's hands on her waist steady her as the tentacle moves upward. As it does, another encircles her waist, moving Leigh's hands out of the way. The two women break the kiss and Ashley can see Leigh also has a tentacle around her waist, and one around each thigh. Leigh is lifted effortlessly into the air as a tentacle lifts her dress, exposing her sex. She wears no underwear, and two tentacles slide easily up and inside of her despite the apparent inhuman girth of one. Her expression gives the impression that despite how she muse be getting stretched, it doesn't hurt at all. "The tentacles..." she says breathlessly, her voice heavy with arousal, "secrete an aphrodisiac of some sort." She moans with each movement of a tentacle into her pussy. "The slightest touch feels... amazing." Ashley can attest to that. The tentacle feels amazing on her leg, and it slides ever upward, under the hem of her dress, moving inexorably toward her most private spot, its penis-shaped head hungry for her body. Ashley is lifted slowly by the tentacle around her waist, tentatively, as if the tentacles want to make sure she's okay with it before lifting her to remain face to face with Leigh. A large, purple tentacle moves between their faces, it's head almost too large for a human mouth, it's tip secreting some sort of viscous fluid. Leigh stares at Ashley past the penis-tentacle and licks it seductively, her eyes inviting her new friend to join her.

Leigh smiled and took Lea's hand as tentacles continue to ravage her body. She sighed in pleasure, then said, "would you like to find a private room?" The tentacles paused, both tentacle monsters coming around the corner now, eyestalks peering from Leigh to Lea and back again. They let Leigh down, allowing her to find her footing before they began sliding tentacles out of her body. She shivered as each tip slid free, her mouth trying to work but unable to do so until they were all out of her body. A halo of tentacles ringed her from behind, and she placed one hand on the bar and took a few steadying breaths. "We should start slow, in a nice, comfortable, quiet setting. Come to my penthouse?" The invitation in her eyes and her clear attraction to Lea were obvious, and the tentacles seemed ready to lift them up and carry them upstairs... which is exactly what they did. Tentacles slid tentatively closer to Lea, ready to lift her and carry her toward the elevator and up to the top floor penthouse suite.

@Buio Amante looked up at the beautiful woman leaning over her. What type of creature was this, with that amazingly gelatinous yet solid looking body. Amante had a brief vision of this woman shaping her body into various appendages and... she blushed. The things this woman could do to her addled her mind. "Jelly," she said in that softly arousing voice. "My name is Amante Maritriza Vitima. It is a pleasure to meet you." "Magic is... yes. It is quite common where I come from. My maker used magic to create me." She shuddered briefly thinking of her maker, but couldn't remember why. He had been like a father to her, and had loved her like he loved no other. Why would she shudder at the thought of that? But shudder she had, and she did it again the more she thought of him. "I do not know from what corner of the multiverse I am from, but... this island paradise looks lovely." She sat slowly and then stood gracefully, her pale, smooth skin covered with a fine dusting of sand. After a moment, she stretched langorously, extending her thin arms high in the air over her head, arching her back, stretching up on her tip toes, her stomach taut, bare breasts pushed out toward Jelly. There is a wide space between her legs where they come together, and her sex is clean shaven and smooth. When she relaxed her stretch, she smiled at Jelly in an alluring manner. It almost seemed like an invitation. @AnaLisa Amante's attention was drawn across the beach toward a woman who seemed to land face-first on the sand from out of nowhere. She watched the dark-haired woman claw her way out of a clinging, oddly puffy garment and then lay on the sand. "Perhaps we should check on that woman over there," she said, pointing toward the newly arrived Iris and starting to walk toward he, bare feet leaving light footprints in the sand. @bitchbedamnd "Is it normal for people to just appear on your beach like this?" she wonders aloud, and as she does, sees another woman appear further up the beach, huddled under her clothing as if hiding from a storm. "Perhaps you should hire... collectors? ...to gather all of your new arrivals."

Leigh is surprised by the sudden and intensely passionate kiss, but responds in kind. In no time, her hands are on Ashley's face as their kiss grows in heat and intensity. Warmth floods her body, her already heightened state of arousal growing as their hands move over each others' bodies. Ashley has a marvelous figure, her curves were made to be touched, her hair the perfect length to pull back and exert some control. But it is the tentacles that will control them both, if only Glob would... oh! Leigh feels the tentacle wrap around one leg, the tip sliding ever upward. She breaks the kiss with Ashley and stares at the other woman. "You are... wow!" She lets out a quick laugh. "You are amazing," she says. Glob's tentacle is teasing the hem of her skirt. "So about that surprise," she says, as another tentacle begins to encircle her waist, "and my question from earlier..." The penis-headed tip of a tentacle moves up her thigh and under her skirt, and Leigh stifles a giggle. "Would you like to meet a tentacle monster?"

Leigh smiles, and she crooks her finger at Ashley. "I promise, you will not be disappointed." With that she leads the other woman off the balcony, down the stairs, and out of the house. No one seems to pay them much attention as they make their way around the back of the house to the fenced-in pool. She opens the gate, steps through, and as Ashley follows her, she turns quickly, standing face to face with the gorgeous woman. "Are you adventurous, Mrs. Baxter?" She stands uncomfortably close, her lips close enough that Ashley could even believe she was about to be kissed. She watched the expression on the other woman's face. She could kiss her now, the gorgeous thing, but would that make her think this was all just a ruse for a lesbian fling? If it did, would that be a bad thing? Leigh would definitely enjoy being intimate with this woman.

@LeonaFair Leigh nods, but seems unable to speak for a moment, then lets out a sigh. "You can fill out an application, or you can have an interview with one of our otherwordly friends," she says. One tentacle slides out from under Leigh's skirt, curling around her leg, as another seems to reach out toward Lea. The penis-shaped head of the tentacle seems to be looking at her as it hovers in the air between them, aimed at Lea. Leigh leans forward as much as she can as her body rocks from the pounding she is receiving. "The interview is rather," she grips the edge of the bar again, bracing herself, "hands on... er, tentacles on." She grins then. "Sorry, I do hope this isn't too offputting. I can get someone from my staff to work with you, if this kind of thing makes you uncomfortable."

@Peculiaritree This city, the only official home of tentacle monsters on Earth, had an outgoing media blackout. You could send and receive calls normally, but video, photos, and all other imaging was strictly filtered. This was due to the fact that tentacle monsters were, by nature, unwittingly rapey, and the images that might find their way onto social media, video-sharing, and news shows could be distressing to viewers or damaging to tourists. The city had adopted Las Vegas' motto as their own: what happens in Tentacletown stays in Tentacletown. Thus it was, that when Jenny and Oogie strolled out into the city, it was into a world where tentacles invaded the private and intimate places of many women (and some men) all along the way as they headed toward the city center. Jenny was an active woman, and enjoyed being outdoors, so the fact that Oogie had suggested seeing the sights made her quite happy. "We have several lovely parks here, and there is the architecture, a lot of buildings that are famous... um. There's... well, I have a favorite local diner, or we could go see a movie, or to a sports game or.. there is just so much to do!" She turns to Oogie and smiles wide. "And don't you worry. You let your tentacles wander if they want." She turns around and strikes a model pose, pushing her ass out toward him, arching her back and hips, making sure that all of her curves are on display for him to see. "What would you like to do first?"

Leigh turns and leans on her elbow on the railing, sips her champagne, and gives Ashley the once over. "Let me guess. Trophy wife. Bored at home. Unsatisfying sex life." She doesn't wait for a reply, but instead leans closer with a grin and a sly wink. "This may sound crazy, and definitely a little forward, but what if I told you that I know of something that will make you feel more like a woman than you've ever felt in your entire life?" She motions down toward the pool. "I don't mean skinny dipping in some celebs pool, or a late night lesbian tryst with yours truly. I mean, a genuine, real life, close encounter of the tentacle kind." She looks down into the yard, but doesn't see Glob where she expected him. Is he still there? Only one way to find out. She looks back to Ashley. "Tonight could change your life," she says and heads toward the door. "You coming, or are you going to stay bored and unsatisfied your entire life?"

@Buio Amante could hear the voice asking if she was still alive, but was still trying to remember how to speak through a throat full of water. She coughed and spluttered, then heard another request. She found the strength to roll over onto her back, lifted her head slowly and spoke. "I can hear you," she said. Her voice was soft and sweet, even through her obviously sore throat. She opened her stunningly gorgeous eyes and blinked inhumanly long lashes demurely at her rescuer. "I am alive," she said, more of a realization on her own part than out of any need to reassure Jelly. looking up into the lovely eyes of a gorgeously fluid woman leaning over her. She felt her pulse quicken at the sight of the girl, the first female she had seen in... how long had it been? "Where am I?" she asked. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked around the beach, blinking back the bright sunlight. She didn't remember a beach, or so much bright light. She remembered darkness and some sort of large, stone structure.

@LeonaFair Glob missed Leigh when she was out, but when she was here at the hotel, he often followed her around and let his tentacles express his desire for her. Today he watched her as she made her rounds, checking in with the new employees and teasing the tentacles of his fellow monsters. Today he watched her tickle Slopicitus's central tentacle in a most arousing manner, watching the entire mass of the tentacle monster shiver in delight as Slopi slid two tentacles up under Leigh's short skirt. Glob knew that Leigh wore no underwear at the hotel, and was certain his friend had just penetrated Leigh from the languid sigh that emitted from her throat. Jealousy was not something tentacle monsters usually felt, but he had wanted to be her first penetration of the day. He watched as Slopi's tentacles writhed under Leigh's skirt, and saw that vacant look in her eyes as pleasure overtook her. He let a purple tentacle slide towards her, curling up and around her torso, teasing over her rock hard nipple, then sliding easily into her open mouth. He pistoned it into her mouth, relishing the warm wetness of her saliva on his oversensitive tentacle. He wanted more. He looked at Leigh, saw the blue tentacles moving in and out of her under her skirt, and decided to add some purple to the mix. He slid two tentacles up under her skirt and into her breeding hole. There was already a blue tentacle in there and he felt it slide against his own. Slopi must have been using both her breeding hole and her exhaust port. He decided to do the same, and added a third tentacle up under her skirt. He found that Slopi must have been thinking the same thing, because the blue monster had lifted her up off the floor with tentacles wrapped around her torso and legs, and added two more tentacles to her pussy and another to her ass. With Glob sliding a tentacle into her butt as well, she was now taking give tentacles in her pussy and three in her ass, and she was breathing quite heavily. The two monsters lifted her and turned her toward the bar. It appeared she needed liquid refreshment. They pushed her against the bar right next to a cute young brunette with large breasts as their five tentacles continued hammering her two hole. Leigh looked at Lea and smiled as her body bounced on tentacular pleasure. "Hi!" she said too loudly. Her hand gripped the edge of the bar and she gulped as she tried to calm her breathing. "You must be new here. I'm Leigh. I run the place." The tentacles disappearing up under her skirt seemed to pause for a moment, as if allowing her enough of her mind back to pay attention to Lea's response, but then started moving again. She smiled at Lea, her body help up by several blue and purple tentacles as the rest of the tentacles disappearing up under her skirt thrust into her. "Are you," she gasped a moment, eyes wide as a tentacle hit an exceptionally sensitive spot. "Sorry. Are you looking for a room, a job, or just visiting?"

@LeonaFair - Lea should definitely run into Leigh and get herself invited to the hotel/pet shop. She could get a job and find true love, in one of the other women, a tentacle monster, or someone else who happens to come along!

"Oh no, nothing like that," said Leigh with a smile. "I'm just a guest. My friend Jenny invited me. You probably know who she is. Jenny Jay? The model?" As she waits for Ashley to realize who she's referring to, she puts on a pensive face, as if trying to recollect something. Then she gets an 'a-ha' look and speaks. "Ashley Baxter," said Leigh as if she recognized the name. "Married to William Baxter?" Ashley's husband was famous, the kind of famous that usually made Leigh uncomfortable. The same kind of famous as her friend Jenny Jay, who was the only reason she was even at this party. In fact, if Leigh remembered correctly, which she always did, Jenny had only come to this party in hopes of working on a deal with William Baxter. She was working on expanding her career from just modeling into other fields, including the field that made William famous. "That's him, isn't it?" Leigh pointed back in through the wall of glass that separated them from the party. "Up there on the balcony, talking to... oh, my friend Jenny. That kind of figures. Everyone wants to talk to Jenny." She looks back at Ashley, trying to gauge her reaction. Knowing Jenny, it was highly likely that her flirt game was on full force talking to Baxter, and Leigh was curious to see Ashley's reaction. "I promise, she's harmless. Your husband is safe from her irresistible charms." She laughs then. "It's all for show. Jenny didn't sleep her way to the top, and she's not about to start." She turns back to the railing then, looking out over the pool, the water lit from below casting shimmering reflections around the lush lawn and manicured gardens. She knew Glob was down there in the garden, trying to remain unseen, waiting for her to come down so they could leave. Tentacle monsters were known now on Earth, but still not socially accepted everywhere. In Southeast Asia where their pet store was located, tentacle monsters could wander freely. But the United States was behind the times and still fairly xenophobic. Glob didn't dare come out, especially not out from behind a bush on a celebrity estate. She knew he was waiting, and he probably wanted to go. But there was something about the blonde celebrity wife that made her want to stay. She flashed a surreptitious signal to the bush where she thought Glob was hiding, the sign to head home, she was okay and would find her own way. The tip of a tentacle waved back from a different bush, but she missed the signal. Was that "okay, Glob out", or "No, come now, I need my tentacles in you"? She couldn't be sure. She looked at Ashley, the her smile, wider than any of her other smiles so far, spread wide across her face. "Ever meet a tentacle monster?"

reserved and rigid... am I the librarian?

Why can't I be the pervy aunt who helps you teach everyone to have 'fun'? I don't want to be responsible for keeping you in check

I don't really know how this place would work as a family... does that mean I'm the disowned cousin who's been removed from the will that nobody talks to anymore?

Thank you! Amante's character sheet is up and she has just washed up on shore on the beach.

Amante was conscious of movement, something shifting her body forward and back, forward and back, a gentle rocking motion that seemed almost comforting. It was as if she were dreaming of a comfortable place to rest, someplace warm and... wet? She was soaked, practically water-logged. Her legs felt heavy. She couldn't even move them. Now that she realized it, her arms felt heavy, too. She was so heavy, so tired, so... She coughed. She hacked. She pushed herself up on weary arms, fingers sinking into wet sand, water sputtering from her mouth, hair hanging wet in her face, filled with seaweed and coarse sand, her entire body coated in tiny granules of grit, wet things clinging to her body, more seaweed? Another wave splashed up over her face, filling her mouth with more salty water. It made her cough more, her lungs still trying to work as saltwater shot into her mouth, out her nose, filling her existence with its stinging presence. She crawled a few short yards up the beach and then collapsed, naked and barely conscious. Where was she? Why was she still alive?

Name: Amante Maritriza Vitima Age: 482 (appears to be in her late teens or early twenties) Gender: Female Species: appears human. Origin: Amante does not know the name of the place where she was created, and refers to it only as "home." Height: 5' 6" Weight: 115 lbs. Eye Colour: blue (defaults to blue, but varies, see Shape Shifting under abilities/powers) Hair Colour: brown (defaults to brown, but varies, see Shape Shifting under abilities/powers) Physical Description: Amante appears as a lithe yet voluptuous young woman, with a tiny waist, curvy hips, perfectly shaped breasts, and long toned arms and legs. She is classically beautiful, but upon seeing her for the first time, your vision blurs and when she comes back into focus she seems even more attractive than you initially thought. Sexual Orientation: Pansexual (Amante is attracted to anyone or anything that is attracted to her) Turn ons: (see Reciprocal Arousal under abilities/powers) Breast Size: C cup (defaults to C cup, but varies, see Shape Shifting under abilities/powers) Sensitivity: Exceptionally high everywhere to even the slightest touch (she was created to be a sex doll, and so her sensitivity and ability to be aroused are tweaked to the highet degree, making her easily and almost instantly susceptible to any attempts to arouse her. See also Reciprocal Arousal under abilites/powers) Abilities/Powers: Shape Shifting: Amante can change her appearance to use a portion of or the entire appearance of any of the ninety-nine original individuals from which she was created. She can change her facial features, height, and body shape as well. These changes are often subtle and nearly imperceptible, a slight increase in the fullness of her lips, her eyes appearing more almond-shaped, her hair appearing longer or shorter. She has no conscious control over her shape-shifting. Her appearance only changes when it would make her more attractive to the person she is with. Attractive Appearance: Amante is designed to appear to each person in a form to which they are most attracted. Reciprocal Arousal: If someone near her is aroused, she becomes aroused as well. If she is the cause of this arousal, she responds to it in kind. Her own excitement increases with that of her partner, though hers will likely continue even if the partner loses theirs. Impervious to Permanent Damage and Death: Amante cannot be permanently marked or maimed, or even killed. Over the past several hundred years she has been tortured, lacerated, stabbed, shot, boiled alive, impaled, drawn and quartered, skinned, beheaded, burned alive in a lava flow, dissolved in acid, had all of her internal organs removed, had her skin flayed from her body, and been disintegrated. Several hours later she awakes near where she was apparently slain as good as new without a mark on her. Tattoos and scars are similarly impermanent for her. When she is tattooed, it disappears within several hours. Scars fade over a period of several hours. Restrictions: Amante cannot deny a request provided it will enhance the pleasure of another. There are some exceptions, most notably that she will not cause physical harm to come to any living thing. She seems to forget sexual encounters, and always acts innocent as if she had no idea of her own past. Skills: Amante has skills as a lover rivaled by only the most experienced and expensive courtesans and concubines. Some possible appearances