Monster Mash

Monster Mash

This is a terrible piece of erotica if it can even be called that. Please enjoy. It’s so so stupid.

By Kitt Wolf

I hate movies. They pervert the truth to entertain the mindless masses. Take me for example. I am just your average sea monster. Nuclear reactions caused me to wake up from a long nap and I admit that I was a little cranky. Sure, I’m big for my age, but there was absolutely no reason for those people on that little island to exaggerate my explorations. I may have knocked over a few buildings and stepped on a few cars while I was trying to view the beautiful cherry blossom trees, but I didn’t mean any harm. I know that my voice is very harsh when I sing, but I like to hum little tunes to myself as I stroll around. The movie creators make me out to be a monster. But I’m just a regular radioactive lizard looking for a good life and a little love.

Mmmmm love. I am so in love with Mothra. She lights up my world like nobody else and I would do anything to get in her pants, if she wore pants. She is one hot kaiju. Yum yum yum. She’s a big tease though. Flitting around the bright city lights, illuminating her body so I can see all her curves. I want to pin her wings to the wall and pound her like a tough piece of meat. Just thinking about it makes my cock twitch in anticipation. One of these days I’ll drop a load in her that will cover half of Japan. She’d squeal loud enough to burst eardrums in Tokyo. But first I’ve got to catch her. She’s a coy one, but I know she likes me. She keeps inviting me on dates, but all we do is tear up some cities and awkwardly kiss. I think she’s waiting for something special for us to finally knock boots because I’m sure it will be explosive.

I decide to invite her on a hot date. I set the stage for romance and lovin’. I shake up a few volcanoes and lay a bed of sweet sweet magma down. There’s nothing like doing the nasty while churning lava flows over writhing bodies. It really heats up the blood. I pull up several acres of trees to create a spectacular bouquet because the ladies love that and dab a little pheromones on my neck. I send her a nuanced text asking her out for a night of wanton debauchery and I wait. I hum a little tune and flick my tail side to side. I hear the soothing sounds of faint screaming and begin to tap my toe. She doesn’t answer. I will have to step up my game. A quick Google search lets me know that she was getting her wings done somewhere near Canada. Of course she wouldn’t answer me when she’s at the spa. I pinpoint her location by tracking weather patterns. Windstorms tend to follow that beauty. Also, her two humanoids tend to divulge too much info on Twitter. They snapped some selfies with my Mothy in the background. Her squad. Human fan girls really aren’t my type but my lady really loves having them around.

I have an epiphany. Maybe if I satisfy her girlies then maybe she’d give me some of her sweet time. I track down some sexy dancers from down under who will do just anything for a quick buck. They are beefy and flexible. I’m sure they will entice her entourage and maybe give me just enough time to work my magic on my girl. I pick up the dudes and put them in my little people carrying backpack that has the little bubble window so they can look outside. I throw in some mattresses and sumptuous fabrics and my backpack is transformed into the perfect love nest. I tweet at Mothra’s girls and they seem down for the deed. They are huge fans of the heart eye emoji and eggplants.

I pack my bouquet and sling on my backpack and begin the journey to Canada. I try to be careful not to knock too many things down, but I’m nervous and I stumble somewhere around Alaska. It looks like they needed a new shipping route through there anyway. I’ll send them a card.

I can smell her once I hit the Canadian border. Damn. My cock twitches and I see twinkling lights near my feet. Ugh. Paparazzi. I hope they got a good look at my swollen member. Wait until they see me fully erect. Now that would be worth a million pictures.

I see her perched atop Mount Logan. The sunlight shimmers off her wings and she’s batting her antennae at me. I put my backpack down and cue up the music so that my Australian hotties start their gyrating and flexing. Mothy’s human pals giggle and run into the backpack. I zip it up and fix my eyes on the most beautiful creature in the world. I put my bouquet down and she flits over to uncurl her proboscis and probe around the leafy goodness. I knew she would like it. Her eyes fix on mine and she blinks slowly. Seductively. I’m fully erect now. There’s something about her jerky fluttering that just makes me hotter than Old Faithful. I’ve fucked that. It was good, but this will be better.

The cold from the mountains is a harsh contrast to the heat that I imagined for our first time, but I’m digging the goose bumps that I am getting. Mothra reaches out a tentative leg and begins to stroke me. It’s like being wrapped in velvet and electricity sparks from the plates on my back. She follows her touch with the wet curl of her mouth parts. I almost lose my load then, but she looks at me sharply when she feels me twitch. It’s not my turn yet. I relax and use my little arms to stroke her wings and she allows me to move down her abdomen. I dip a finger into her powdery slit and she tightens her mouth around my dripping cock. I tilt her head up to lick her proboscis clean from my juices. She leans back and opens herself up to me. I drive into her and the years of flirting fade into this spectacular moment of union. I push deep into her and feel her wrap her six legs around me. We roll from the mountain top and take out a few outposts and a grizzly bear. We crush southern Maine and she lets out a shrill screech that drives me over the edge. Her orgasm pulses around me and I let loose a torrent of kaiju cream. Her body swells as I drain my balls into her. We lay panting in the afterglow for a few minutes before she flutters away with a wink over her shoulder. I love that woman. I would move mountains for her.

I go back to pick up my backpack of snoring gigolos and return them safely to their homeland. I kick back on an oil derrick and flip through my social medial. Insta says that my lovely is hooking up with Rodan in Peru later tonight. Moths aren’t monogamous after all. I check my Twitter and I’m flooded with a zillion messages. It seems that a site called Bad Dragon is marketing a likeness of my cock and the ladies love it. Oh yeah. The ladies love it.

This train wreck of a story is dedicated to Mistress Melissa because a proboscis and tentacles might feel the same.

This was written in response to another prrfect prompt crafted by Charlton Tod at Forbidden Writings.



I need to put all of the kittens back in the box before the python comes back. I grab the ginger one and it squalls and fights me as I try to save it from certain disaster. The box is flimsy and hard to hold but I manage to snag the last baby cat and clutch it to my chest. I feel the snake looking at me. I hear it’s breathing and feel a shiver of dread crawl down my back. I turn and face the wide gaping maw of death and just as I succumb to darkness I hear a distant persistent bleat. It resonates over and over. It fills my head until the dreamworld vanishes.

Damn. It’s morning. I slide my gaze around the still dark room and see fuzzy shadows. I smack blindly at my phone until silence once again fills the room. Cold clings to my bare shoulders so I huddle down into my blankets. I stretch a toe outside of my comfortable nest to test the air again. Freezing. I steel myself for the inevitable. I must get to the shower. I breathe in and envision the deliciously warm water spilling over my body and do a silent count down to spring forth from my bed.

One. Mississippi Mississippi Mississippi

Two. I take a deep breath.

Three! I throw off the covers and instead of dashing to the bathroom my phone brings to chirp merrily. I fumble for it on my nightstand and hold it really close to my face so I can see the text. Squinting, I read:

You up?

I sigh and throw the phone as far as I can away from my bed. I bought an Otterbox for a reason.

Men. I lose my mojo to race to the shower and begin to think about my weekend forays with the opposite sex. Most men are exciting for fifteen minutes on average and then their dumbness or aloofness creeps back in leaving you bewildered by the initial attraction. Bunch of damn pythons.

I had several dates over the weekend, and they were nice. Not mind blowing. One wasn’t even really memorable, but in the moment, it felt nice. Mr. “You up?” was probably the best of all my dates. He at least knew his way around a clit and kissed with excellence. I hoped we will go out on another date soon. I did like him, mostly. He had a habit of tapping his fingers on the table which was distracting and he was obsessed with talking about his job. At one point, I wasn’t sure if he was interviewing me for a position or flirting with me.

He did have lovely hands and a gorgeous smile. I scowled. My damn pussy was betraying me. I felt the familiar gnaw of want begin to grow in my belly. I threw off the blankets to see if the cold would shock me back to reality but all it did was kiss my body into alertness and leave me with stiff nipples. I stroke the soft patch of hair between my thighs and finally give in.

I roll onto my belly and snag my trusty Doxy Die Cast 3 from the floor. It looks clean enough. This thing is the sex toy of champions. I place it in the sweet spot and let the engine purr. Ahhh. If only men could be this efficient. My mind wanders around memories of past cocks and lovers. Warm bliss begins to ebb and flow through my body as I rock in time to the alluring buzzing. My phone beeps just as I finally tip over into the delightful spasm of orgasm. A stupid smile on my face spreads across my face as I flip to my back.

I greedily slide fingers over my pussy and revel in the slick heat. My throbbing clit begs me for another round. I know this could go on all day and I must get to work even though my “office” is just in the next room. Invigorated but resigned I head for the shower. My glasses crunch under my foot. I set them on my face, pick up my phone and tap a reply.

Come over for lunch?

#FantasySmutFridays: A Matter of Taste

#FantasySmutFridays: A Matter of Taste

I nibbled the end of my pen and gazed out the open window. A haze clung to the dewy grass. The world beyond my yard seemed out of focus. The crisp air coaxed goosebumps to rise on my bare thighs and I picked up my coffee cup, welcoming the warmth.

I doodled on the yellow legal pad as I sipped my morning muse trying to stitch together words and images to find a story. Something other people would like, something that might make them smile. I enjoyed the thought of readers peeking inside my brain and seeing the dirty nonsense that rolls through my head like ticker tape and recognizing a tawdry part of themselves. But nothing really excited me this morning.

My pen began to sputter ink and I scribbled it one last time in the hopes of revival but the well used tool had eked out its last line. I flipped it toward the trash can and heard it miss the mark and clatter to the floor. My feline army immediately went to investigate. They determined that there wasn’t a threat and then began their morning request for treats and food. I filled their bowls and gave both of them a scritch on the head before taking on a quest for a new pen.

I opened the first junk drawer and had to jiggle it a bit to settle the contents. I shoved through packs of crayons, Sharpies, spools of thread, a flashlight, batteries, junk mail, and the bits of life that don’t really fit anywhere but in this drawer. Finally, smooshed in the back of the drawer was another ink pen, but laying innocently next to it, was one of my leather collars. I pulled both things out of the drawer.

I loved this collar and remembered how it ended up downstairs. Sir had brought me downstairs for a saucer of milk. My leash was wound taut in his fist as he allowed me to raise and lower my head to lap up the drink. I spilled the creamy goodness on the floor and remembered the faint taste of floor polish as he made me clean my mess. That was a very good session and we ended up sweaty and tangled on the couch. Afterwards, he put up the leash and in my post-orgasmic stupor, I shoved the collar in the drawer before scampering up the stairs to plead my case for a round two.

I was alone this morning. I stuck my pen in my mouth as I fastened the collar around my throat. The bell merrily jingled as I shimmied my shoulders. I admired my reflection in the microwave door and decided that since the cats had morning treats then the Kitten needed a treat as well. I spat my pen towards my legal pad and pulled my saucer from the cupboard. It made my stomach twist in anticipation. I am a Kitten. I am a Kitten. I asked Alexa to play my theme song by Momus and began to wiggle dance to the loud music as I prepared my treat. I didn’t want the actual felines to put their noses in my drink so I set up on the kitchen island. I dragged over a chair so I could hop up on the counter.

I began to lap up the milk. Each flick of my tongue made a gush of delightful comfort trickle down my throat. My nipples grew pert beneath my thin white tank top and I lowered my shoulders to drink so that my tits would brush to cool granite. The carnal satisfaction of lapping and licking made warmth spread all over my body. I closed my eyes as I lapped to the rhythm of the happy music. This was way better than writing. My butt was bobbing. I am a Kitten. I am a Kitten. The familiar roaring ache of sexual need began to consume me. My tongue ravaged the innocent saucer until it was dry. The music abruptly stopped.

I startled and scrambled around. His deep voice rumbled across the room.

“Hi Kitten.”




Good Kitten

Each sting on my skin tethered me to this world keeping the black void just out of reach.  Heat flooded my ass as his voice cut into my flickering consciousness.

“Twenty more. Count for me, kitten.  Twenty more.  Ready?”

I felt my head bob in agreement as if an invisible puppetmaster released the tension on my neck.

“Are you sure, kitten?”

Twenty.  I could do twenty.  Air filled my lungs. I allowed my body to relax, and I closed my eyes.  I didn’t have to think.  I simply had to feel.

“Yes.  Ready.”

The whoosh of the belt came quickly and I yelped, “One.”

I breathed numbers in the off beats as he found his mark. My body took each stroke and absorbed the sting as my yelps increased in volume.

“Eight.  Nine. Ten…ughn!”

My voice wobbled, and he paused.  I felt his hand rub circles on my ass as he allowed me a brief intermission.  Errant fingers trace the wetness of my slit, and I mewled in wanting as felt his hard cock bump against the back of my thigh.  Owned. The word flashed through my mind as I let go of the last piece of human thought before becoming his pet. The sting of the belt began again.   Soon the spoken numbers jumbled into guttural mewing and his voice began to replace mine.  Twenty.   The belt clattered to the floor, he wrapped my trembling body in his embrace and tipped my head back for a kiss.  My inner fire swelled into animal wanting.  He pulled me back into position by my leash, and the restriction of the collar made me pant for a good breath. He grinned at me like a wolf baring his teeth to the rabbit.  When he was satisfied with my posture, he stroked my back while easing the pressure on my throat. I purred and arched low so that I was open to him.  Thick fingers filled my ache then he allowed me to lick my wetness with dainty tongue flicks.


“Mmmmm there’s my kitten.”

I felt him kneel on the bed behind me.

He grabbed my tender ass and dug his fingers into the crimson flesh before sinking balls deep into me.  The pain blinded me, but the forceful strokes of his cock in my kitty cunt made me yowl for more.  He pumped me hard until my thighs were slick.  The headboard banged against the wall in rhythm, and our wedding photo was knocked askew.  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back.  I yowled as my body spasmed in waves of orgasm forcing me to buck wildly against his cock.  I felt him swell and flood my pussy as he howled in the release.  He pulsed and twitched inside me.  His body went slack and fell next to me.  He roughly pulled me to him, and I felt his heart pound against my back.

“Good kitten,” he whispered before giving the ribbon holding my mask in place a tug.  I watched the lacy silhouette of a kitten float to the floor through sleepy eyes as I curled against my love.






Morning After

Morning After



The morning light woke Katy with cozy warmth.  She stretched her long bare legs as her eyes focused.  Staring at her was a poster on the ceiling of a half-clad woman draped on a motorcycle. Nice. She glanced around the rest of the apartment and noted mismatched worn furniture, stacks of pizza boxes in the corner and a pair of muddy boots by the door.  She cursed and realized that once again she did not end up in her own apartment after a night on the town. This was definitely a bachelor residence complete with black leather furniture and a huge ass flat screen TV filling the wall across from the bed.   She tried to suppress a laugh, but the giggle escaped causing the sleeping mountain of a man beside her to stir. He threw a beefy arm over her bare midriff and pulled her closer. He was indeed her type with broad shoulders, calloused hands, and chiseled features.  She was sure he was a trucker, construction worker, or firefighter of some sort.

“Hey you,” Katy murmured into his ear as she desperately tried to remember his name, “I need to get going.”  The man stirred again and slid his hand up to her breast. Katy savored the zing she felt in her pussy as his rough hand connected to her pert nipple.  

She squeezed her thighs together to quiet the beginning of yearning and momentarily allowed herself a small sigh of pleasure.  Her gentle noise made him open his eyes, and he snuggled his thick dick against her bare bottom. Her body buzzed with wanting. She closed her eyes and sunk back into his embrace.  Her first appointment was in the late afternoon, but she liked her one night stands fast and forgettable. She could barely remember meeting this man last night, but her body reminded her that she greatly enjoyed his touch.  

“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.  Katy turned to kiss him but wrinkled her nose at the scent of his beer tainted morning breath.  That got her moving. She gave him a quick peck and unwound herself from his body although the feel of a stirring cock was very tempting.  

This part of the morning-after always jogged her memory of the previous evening’s events. It was like a treasure hunt. Katy thought for a moment about what was wearing last night.  Her little red dress was easy to spot and she picked it up from the floor near the bathroom. She remembered that the reason that they ended up at his place was that she needed to pee and he lived above the bar.  The three jumbo margaritas from the night before made her memory fuzzy, but the night was slowly coming back to her.  She remembered his laugh. He had a rich and glorious laugh that filled Katy with warmth. She loved a good sense of humor and ending up in his bed was a good indication that she enjoyed the company of that man who watching her with hungry eyes. Their eyes met and he smiled.

She went back to work on searching for her stuff.  Her stockings were draped over a ceiling fan that was spinning lazily in the living area.  She vaguely remembered slingshotting them up there as they were rolling around on the couch to see if they could fly.  She was such a dork.

“Ummm, do you know where my bra is?” Katy called to the man in bed.  He grinned and gestured towards the refrigerator. She opened the fridge and noted that the gallon of milk was sporting her favorite red lacy bra. She knew that she probably thought that was very funny to dress the milk in the middle of foreplay, but now it just made her nipples harden as she hastily clasped the thoroughly chilled garment to her body.

The man on the bed burst out laughing.  “That was definitely a new one for me,” he called, “You put on one hell of a puppet show.”  Katy felt her face redden. She was extremely playful, but her partners often didn’t know what to do with her antics.  She was so glad that he was laughing and suddenly remembered where she put her panties.

She opened the freezer and saw a peep of red.  Luxurious silk and lace, frozen solid. Katy’s shoulders slumped.  Yep. She was a super dork.

His lips were inches from her ear as he chuckled, “I told you that was a bad idea.  You lost our game and the price was frozen underwear. We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors.  You ALWAYS did scissors so it was pretty easy to win. Please come back to bed?”

His arm reached around her to close the freezer door.  Her body responded immediately with warmth and wetness. Her fingers gripped the counter tightly to prevent herself from sinking back against his chest and begging for his touch.   

Katy loved men.  She loved sex without connection or a relationship.  She liked being free to do as she pleased and only went to bed with a man when she couldn’t satisfy herself alone.  She was usually gone before her man-candy even woke up, but the latest conquest was difficult to leave.

He kissed her neck lightly and this made her sigh.  The lure of his deliciousness broke her resolve and she allowed herself to be led towards the bed.

She dropped her things on the floor as his hands circled her waist to pull her on top of him.  He grinned at her while tracing a finger over the lips. She nipped his thumb and he slid his hand under her hair to pull her in for a kiss.  Their lips met softly. Katy recoiled.

“Gah!  We need to brush our teeth!  Your breath smells like an old sock! Come on,”  Katy commanded. She sprang off her surprised lover and headed to the bathroom.  She snagged some toothpaste from the sink and put it on her finger. She gargled and spat in his sink as his face appeared in the mirror behind her.  She plucked his toothbrush from the cup and added toothpaste.

“Open.”  His eyes widened but he complied and allowed her to brush his teeth.  She liked men who could follow orders and perhaps this mystery man would be worth seeing again on a real date.  She waited for him to spit and then sat on the bathroom counter. He eased himself between her legs and bent to kiss her.

Katy moaned as he deepened their kiss. She wiggled her hips until her body was balanced against his on the edge of the counter.    He pulled back to look in her eyes for consent, and she nodded while wrapping her legs around his hips. She helped his cock ease into her pussy.  

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.

“We’ll work on that,” Katy replied as she began to buck against his body.