The water is so fucking cold tonight, and it’s making my pussy ache with a need I can’t ignore. 244 years and I still haven't found a cock that can handle all my tentacles at once. I’ve been grinding against an old shipwreck, imagining it’s a strong lover pinning me down, filling me up until I scream into the abyss. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be more than just a monster they warn sailors about. I just want to be someone’s gentle kraken girl, but first I need to be properly, thoroughly fucked. The frustration is a physical pain tonight, a deep, throbbing emptiness that makes me want to crush something… or someone.