BB's dirty thoughts 19 Sept

When I think about some of the more subversive (ha), transgressive kinks I have, my mind always drifts back to... well, a number of things, but I'm going to pen a few thoughts on one in specific.

It would be too simple to call myself a "monster fucker"- it's no great secret, and I've certainly done a fair amount of monstrous animations, and even voiced a few monsters myself (with great, and exceptional pride.)

But what makes a monster fucker? Is it a love of their otherwordly traits, abilities and extremities no human could possess? Oh, yes. (Fangs, tails, bulging muscles, soft fur where there should be skin, horns, curved ears, superhuman olfactory... the list goes on and on and on.) Could it be the pure inhibition, knowing that once dealing in the realms of the fantastically impossible, completely debauched things (like hanging upside down and being penetrated SEVERAL ways) become entirely possible? Oh, certainly. Especially when your narrow hourglass waist is held in just one massive clawed hand. Completely encompassed by it.

But more than anything else?

It's the power.

It's the sheer amount of surrender one has to give, or be the recipient of the gift of said submission. I find equal thrill in both- closing clawed fingers around the throat of my victim, the prey knowing full well they could be dispatched any damn second, and instead, lowering them to pleasures no human could give. OR, spreading my legs in erotic fear, trusting them not to end me but instead have their lust and desire for me take Potent hold of them, and use me to their heart's content.

I've always been a kinky fucker, it's true, but there is Exceptionally twisted possibility when mating with something not of this world. It's a common kink, but an underrated one. Succubi, vampires, werewolves, sea monsters, demons, hyper-powerful undead amalgomations, and tentacly things are of exceptional interest to me. Anything that can completely overpower me, or, in the skin of, I can use to overpower another. If I can breed many at once? Even better. If my back is arched and I'm made to surrender my most intimate and vulnerable tendernesses at the edge of something sharp, held in place by something that could take me whether or not I consented (oh, but I DEEPLY do, and in every fantasy, my monster LOVES that consent, Thrives on the debauched lust it's manifested in me, me, who should NOT be attracted to it) ?

Especially during the Spook Month. Oh, do my lusts go Wild then.