Not all tentacle beasts are rapists
It doesn’t take an especially fertile mind to make the leap from tentacle to tapper-of-orifices. It’s kind of a tired trope, actually. Long, supple, articulating… *yawn*
No. Being shocked, shocked! at tentacle porn is so, oh . . . six-months-after-you’ve-first-heard-of-it. It’s time to move it to the next level, my sophisticated muffins. Time to move the next level into you:
Need I say that I thoroughly approve? Thoroughly. Because sex with a living octopus is animal torture. But sex with a silicone, besuckered, prehensile, three-sized, three-colored, re-imagined tentacle dildo is the exact opposite of animal torture.
Via my new favorite scary sextoy blog Scary Sextoy Friday by way of a comment from Christy (who once acted as my 3000-mile-away proxy on a cephalopod appreciation investigation and even took video.)
& yes, you can buy them. (Title of this post is taken from the product description. Really.)