Lovecraftian Fantasy

there’s something sexy about being home alone

the vulnerability of it

always the chance that this could be the night

you find yourself lounging on the couch after a long, scolding shower, naked

your skin is soft and raw to the touch

something felt off tonight, so you scrubbed yourself thoroughly, ridding every nook and cranny of what could be seen as inhospitable

why you’d consider this word choice is a secret you keep, even from yourself

there’s a silent, weighty pause as your stare feels drawn, or even led, to the closed window above you

a mass is the only way you can initially describe it

a mass is pressed against the window, blocking all light

as you stare, your thoughts seep away, stolen

it creaks as it’s eased open, replaced by a swishing sound, like that of a hand moving through water

a tendril the color of ink appears from the crack, probing into the air above you

swirling in slow, hypnotic spirals

your eyes lock onto it. your heart stops.

turning, the tip of the long tentacle moves slowly, gracefully, down towards your bare stomach

as more tendrils float into your vision, as one after the other go towards your defenseless, unmoving body

there’s no question that it seeks you

in your fantasies, you’ve imagined yourself screaming at the sight of such a thing

scrambling away as fast as you possibly can, turning over every object in your home in an anxious escape of what was to come

but, to your subdued surprise, you don’t move a muscle

not even an inch

you’re entranced

you could probably still run, but why bother?

it’s inevitable. it’s horrific.

it’s beautiful.

it makes contact

beginning at your knee

its firm, damp touch raises bumps where it reaches you

trembling as the mass of writhing parts descend, you shiver with each new, icy caress

that thaws as it meets the burning skin of your naked body

the pressure of it holds your lower half rigidly to the couch

your window frame cracks, bursting with an endless stream of black, seeking limbs

it covers your legs, spreading you

before moving between your thighs

you bite your lip, holding your breath, unable to look away

the most delicate, throbbing part of you disappears underneath the hoard of twisting arms

you gasp

immediately, there is pain

pain so sharp and immeasurable, there is nothing else

complete silence gives way to the sound of your own scream fading in

your arms and shoulders spasm uncontrollably, before firm, gentle bindings wrap you down

your lungs fight to breathe as the pain slowly recedes

you lay languid, your eyes barely able to flutter open

your chest still heaving

until heat stirs deep inside of you, trickling in, before becoming a great flood

the tip of your tongue tingles as desire entrenches you, so intense, it feels nothing like your own

it lurches forward, consuming your hips, lifting you so its touch finds your lower back

it presses tightly against you down there, before forcing you open

in its grasp, your innate, biological sense to struggle has no purchase

you provide no resistance, your mind consumed by your growing desire and need for it

it pervades your insides, at first at the same gradual, knowing pace as it did the outside of your body

before taking you like the vessel you are

pushing deep inside of you, pulsing in and out

its grip on you throbs against your body as it thrusts

squeezing you across your chest, your stomach, all the way to your feet

the tendrils continue their advance, and one curves around your neck

it bends, rubbing across your cheek, probing against your open lips

then creeping into your mouth, muffling your moans of ecstasy as it pushes you into oblivion

without a moments rest, it slips further down your throat, completely blocking the passage of air

ripples of pleasure echo through you

persisting as your body convulses uncontrollably

before blurring

a release giving way to

your living room

you open your eyes fully, your heart half beating out of your chest

everything’s the same as before, but with a fine mist one might find in a vacated sauna

you grumble as you lay back, and hastily click off the Sushi Master marathon

you close your eyes, and try to recapture a better life.