Bondage Blog

We’ve posted tentacle sex pictures before. Now here’s a story from Kristen’s Archive featuring a mad scientist, laboratory bondage, an amorous plant from darkest Africa, and lots of tendril sex:

Goose bumps broke out on Aria’s sensitive skin as she felt the feathery touch of more tendrils moving up her body. Another potent source of pheromones was Aria’s sensitive armpits which were damp with perspiration. With her arms tied behind her, and bathed in perspiration now, other tendrils were slowly writhing up her body towards her exposed, moist underarms.

Slowly they covered her writhing body in an intricate net-like pattern across her stomach and breasts. Aria jerked as several tendrils located her nipples, gently teasing them. The thousands of hairs on each tendril repeatedly surrounded both sensitive nipples, bringing them to a state of full erection.

More tendrils explored her sensitive underarms, adding to the ticklish unbearable torture. Aria’s body writhed and twisted to escape the sweet torture, but the tendrils were every where at once, invading her nostrils, her mouth and her ears. Always gentle, they were never rough as they traced delicate circles over her supple responsive body.

She shuddered again as another tendril snaked into her moist receptive vagina, intensifying the urgent need there already aroused by the tendrils caressing her clitoris. Several more entered the warm confines and one found the pleasure spot in her anus.

The tendrils were everywhere at once, stirring Aria’s unwilling and uncooperative body to an unwilling state of unbearable arousal. Their combined effect on Aria was both intense and immediate. She cried,”Oh MY GOD! NOOOOOO!!”