Where I am? I decided to surrender to the current, and it brought me somewhere, where I had never been before. Although, where else have I not been? I am older than all the islands and continents of this world.

I remember the beginning of time and the Garden of Eden. I was the first with the world’s first woman. Her stupid husband found us, and saw only one of my tentacles, unknowingly mistook it for a snake. Unhappy snakes. You earned your bad reputation because of me, or rather one of my tentacles, which turned out to be not as agile as everyone else. How much water has flowed under the bridge since then.

I remember the times when I was worshiped as a god. An entire ship full of young virgins was sailing into the open sea. And even fifty young creatures seemed to me little then. Those who I especially liked, I kept for myself, moved to an island in the middle of the great ocean. They lived in a magnificent palace and knew nothing of denial.

My Eden was much better than the one where the first people lived. There were no prohibitions and stupid conventions here. Everyone lived the way they liked. Those were glorious times. Until the One who remained in heaven envied me and brought down what you call the Great Flood. You people think the Flood was for your sins, not at all. It was a blow to me, my Eden, which was much more beautiful and better. It was a blow to people’s faith in me.

My beautiful island has sunk, I myself have sunk to the very bottom. I was forgotten. I was also depressed. Surely my poor tentacles yearned for warm moist shells and leathery sea cucumbers full of seed. Then I climbed to the surface and waited. Sooner or later a ship passed by, and I somehow could satisfy my hunger. But the happiness lasted only a few moments, I was again seized by melancholy and bitterness. Yes, I had sea creatures at my disposal in all their diversity. But after I tasted a man for the first time, I forgot about all the others.

You still have the legend of the Forbidden Fruit. But it was misled, the true Forbidden Fruit was a human, and the one who tasted it despite strict prohibitions was me. He who drove out of Eden both me and those unfortunate first people in heaven.

And then I learned that my enemy was dead. Everyone was talking about it, even stupid shrimps and blind deep-sea anglers. And then I made up my mind. If it was a lie, then I’m still tired of living this way, let him better finish me off with heavenly lightning. And if it was true, then I will finally be free. After so many millennia of crawling and vegetation in the depths of the sea. But where to go? And I decided to trust the current. Sea. It is older than me. It knows exactly what to do. And I trusted the will of the current, it brought me to the rocky shore.

When I got out of the water, it was night on the surface. The full moon was shining, my old friend, the planet Venus, winked at me. The sea was calm, it gently stroked my body. A three-story mansion towered on a rocky cliff. There were people there, I felt their warmth, I saw fragments of their thoughts. The mansion belonged to the family. Landlord, who is fifty years old, his stout wife, son and young wife and daughter. Also the cook and the groom. There were more servants and workers, but today was some kind of human holiday, the others left for the city.

My tentacles, shaking slightly with impatience, rushed towards the house. Most of the people were on the top floor, which was reserved for the master’s bedrooms. The only one who slept upstairs was the owner of the house. In honor of the holiday, he drained the bottle hidden from his wife, and now slept serenely, shaking the room with a rolling snore. His wife could not sleep, she tossed and turned from side to side. She was disturbed by her husband’s snoring and the noise behind the wall, in her son’s bedroom. He selflessly made love to his young wife, not caring at all about the sounds that they produce. They were both very fond of this oldest of fun. Actually, they met at the Free Love Festival somewhere far from here. Nice place and close to the sea, I should visit it in the future. I felt them imperceptibly, they hardly noticed it, my tentacles are invisible, if I so wish.

She lay under him, resting her feet on his chest. He moved slowly, penetrating his small thick cock into her wet pussy. She squeezed his palms in hers, squeezed them at a moment of especially pleasant friction, moaned loudly. Not that she felt great pleasure, she just liked to tease the prim mother-in-law and nasty sister-in-law. She tried to scream so that they knew about her every orgasm. And they were jealous. But to make her scream sincerely, she needed a little different. Before meeting her husband, she was often given to different men and women at that festival. And she especially liked it when she was rudely had, like a whore, thrusting a thick penis or dildo into the anus, while her partner would growl like a beast or speak obscenities. She missed it so much after the wedding.

The landlord’s wife behind the wall really heard the creak of the bed, groans and was angry. But in fact, she really was a little jealous, the landlord had not cleared her holes for many years, preferring the company of a John Barleycorn. Sometimes she would take the empty bottle that he left under the bed and carefully tuck the neck into herself. The sensations were not at all the same as those from the sinewy snags of her husband, but even this, after several movements, brought her relief, she ended long drawn out, tightly, uttering a low uterine sound. Unhappy woman, I understand her.

Behind another wall, the junior daughter was kneeling in front of a man executed on the cross and whispering a prayer. She believed very much in this dead man. The local peoples believed that he was the son of my enemy, that he had come to save them from their sins. What a clever plan. First to instill in people a false sense of guilt, and then to rule them through it. Even the dead, my enemy had power over the minds of the living.

The girl prayed fervently to calm the heat in her body, especially between her legs. In fact, hearing these groans and creaks, she really wanted the groom to come up to her from behind and abruptly take her while she prays. She would like to become his mare, his slave. Sitting at his feet and taking his shameless oud into his mouth, like a shameless daughter-in-law to his stupid brother.

She all saw how they were engaged in debauchery in the forest. And I could not tear myself away from this sight. To somehow make it easier, she went to confession to the holy father, ardently and passionately retelling all her sinful thoughts. Priest listened attentively and even with a kind of strange excitement. She stopped going to him when one day she noticed that at the time of her stories there was a bump on his pants. And once, when she told him about that scene of debauchery in the forest, this mound twitched and a wet spot spread out in its place. For a long time she could not recover from disgust at the sight of this. And since then she prayed at home. Her dead god at least did not allow such nonsense.

The cook downstairs did not hear any noise. But even if she did, he would hardly have worried her. She had not been interested in such things for a long time. Although, when she first came to work on this estate, the owner immediately noted her impressive merits. Often he slapped her voluminous ass, pinched her huge thick breasts. And sometimes he even bent her over the kitchen table, lifted her skirts and passionately took possession from behind, moved violently, then pulled out sharply, sprinkling her legs with hot seed. Then he said that he loved her, and slightly bit her bare buttock. And everything would be fine if one day the owner did not have time to pull out his hose in time and the cook realized that in her old years she was waiting for a child.

Upon learning of this, he became very angry, shouted a lot. And then he gave money and ordered to solve this problem immediately. What a shame she had to go through in a secret clinic in the city, where she sat in line for an appointment with fallen women. Actually, then they stopped being drawn to each other, he began to drink more and more often. And the cook too. After drinking a supply of sweet liqueur, she slept in a rocking chair. From the open window, a fresh sea breeze was blowing on her.

The groom slept in the stable on a haystack. His sleep was uneasy. He was young and handsome in his own way. But he had no women for six months. He went crazy because of this and even looked at the horses he courted. Now he was dreaming about the wife of the young owner. The two of them sat astride a horse, he is like an ordinary rider, she is facing him, shamelessly spreading her graceful little legs. He penetrated her without dismounting from the saddle, holding her so that she would not fall off the horse, which was galloping along the endless meadow. He felt good, but, like any person in the grip of an erotic dream, he could not discharge himself. In reality, his penis was filled with maximum strength and dripped with transparent lubricant, deceived by the power of his master’s imagination. What a sweet flour.

Now, I hope you understand why after intercourse with the first woman, I stopped looking towards other beings? Only people can turn this rather banal process into something fascinating and exciting with the power of their imagination. Poor unhappy people. How long have you been bullied by my enemy. Now it won’t be like that. I will bring you love. To all of you. But I’ll start, perhaps, with those who now cannot find peace in this estate.