Today I Spread My Legs

and my husband fucked me hard.

God DAMN it’s been too long!

(me is gloriously, wonderously happy right now)

That Accident Rattled Me More Than I Thought

I bin hurting a lot more in my hips and back since I was banged all the fuck up when my car went off the road (AFTER I slammed into the people in front of my on the highway!). Dealing with my pain issues.

The car I hit was basically unharmed- they were able to just keep their car on the road after I slammed into them at about 70 on the highway from behind, like in the movies. As for my, the slam woke me up and I jerked the wheel and took myself into a spin and off the highway. I can’t tell you much about what happened aside from the last thing I remembered was driving straight ahead with no one ahead of me, and the next I’m basically screaming and trying to get control of my car as I’m spinning off the road.

Don’t fall asleep with driving.

I have been working on my minotaur story and I need to keep working on it but it’s hard. I hope to have it done by this weekend. I’ll post it on Eka’s, DisturbedThings, my blog here and eventually my site as well.

See yez all!

For “John”, My “Retirement”, And My Automobile Accicent

1) Hi John! You should email me- I’d love to talk with you. You didn’t leave me a way to contact you, so please contact me- anne.franke@gmail.com. I’m curious as well about some of the comments you left about my blog postings. Illuminate me?

2) Bl!ckRain told me, via chat, that the general consensus in the “world” is that I USED to write vore, but that I am retired. ARGH! My sabbatical has lated WAY too long it would seem! I must change that perception that I am a retired vore porn author… I am still an ACTIVE vore porn author

3) On the 4th of January, 2010, I fell asleep while driving on the freeway. I totaled my vehicle in the crash but I am alive. I am bruised, contused, beaten and sore… but not broken or torn. Thank GOD. So I am dealing with the ramifications of this with my husband, my son, my relatives, etc etc etc. Needless to say, Tensions Are High in the Van Dycken household…

Anyway, I am still alive and still writing. It hurt me to realize people think that I am a past tense, and not a present tense.

Anne

Small Pic, Big Feelings

Not even in high school had I seen another woman naked- I had managed to avoid physical education classes. And while I had a membership at an exercise club I didn’t use the showers there. Too many germs. And yet, here and now, in the privacy of my own bedroom, Mariam was pulling up her bra. Her breasts were spilling out of the cloth cups, soft and warm, jiggling as Mariam stood before me.

She pulled her shoulders back and up, raising her beautiful breasts as high as they could reach, hard pink nipples pointing skyward. She placed one cup of her bra over her face with a smile, removing her individuality as best she could- trying to stop being Mariam, standing naked from the waist up before me, and become just Woman standing before me. I stepped toward her and watched as she pulled her shoulders even further back, further up. With her head pulled back and her ribcage tilted, her large breasts wobbled and jiggled like upset Jello molds. Her excited nipples pointed straight up toward my ceiling and I could feel the heat emanating from her.

My own breasts are small, each one a small cup of breast as opposed to each of Mariam’s soft two quarts. I placed a hand on each of her breasts, my cold hands against her hot flesh, each bullet hard nipple pressing against my palms.

I had seen pictures in magazines and I had looked at myself in full length mirrors. My fingers knew what I “looked” like between my legs but at that moment I burned to know what Mariam looked like between her thighs. I wanted to press my face against the soft lips of her sex, to smell the musk of her, to feel her with my tongue.

I Had Not Realized This Much Time Had Passed

I am alive. Sorry I missed u all but I miss u all. Will type more after Xmas. Love u all.

Feed The Planet, Baby

Moments after the swallow that brought her world to darkness, Miroko started to suffocate. Her head was still just inside the snake’s mouth, but her boobs were smashed into her face. Curse her ancestors, she thought as she gasped desperately for air.  All of her female relatives had been busty, now her boobs were proving the end of her.

Well, the stomach of the snake would be the end of her. Being digested alive inside the tight, hot stomach of the snake would be the actual end- but suffocating on her own boobs (not that suffocating on someone elses boobs would be much better) was just insult added to being swallowed whole and entire and digested alive.

 

 

Yeah, Another Picture

If I had her body, yes, I would get the implants. Except bigger. WAY bigger. Because I am fascinated by boobs. Not just mine, but the boobs of every other woman out there.

I think it’s awesome that we make milk. Feed the planet, baby.

Anne

YYYyyyyeahhhhhHHH

Anne

You’ll Have To Go All Wikipedia For This Post

First you have to read the post on and understand the concept of Melodic Death metal. See, normally I despise the genre of heavy metal and most of it’s sub-genres. Strangely, however, it seems I do like MDM.

And see, too, on Adult Swim, they have a show called “Metalocalypse“. About the fictional Melodic Death Metal group Dethklok.

Dethklok fuckin’  rokz ballz. If they were real people, I’d fuck them Even being married.

Anne

I Would Be One Of Those Women

Latest small fragment, hot off my mind:

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“Well, number one, no, I don’t believe that horse eats women,” laughed Dr. Wells. “That’s crazy. Horses are vegatarians and would not eat flesh in any way. Even were I to suddenly believe that the world had changed in some terrible fashion and that suddenly horses became meat eaters- well, the body of a horse is not made for the swallowing of human beings. Put simply, a horse cannot swallow a woman whole and entire then digest her alive. Flatly impossible.”

Paula Zug simply waved her arm toward the incredibly fat horse standing in the field. It’s belly was swollen to a huge degree. Dr Wells found he would much rather look at Paula Zug instead of the fat horse. Paula was a slender woman, almost thin, barely topping five foot in high heels. She was terribly, terribly busty however, and Dr. Wells found it impossible to remember what color her hair was, whether she had hair, or whether she actually had a human head. He couldn’t look higher than those beautiful, beautiful, near nude breasts of hers.

“All right,” he sighed. “I’ll do some x-rays of the horse. I am sure that it’s something simple, but we will do what we can.”

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“Holy smokes,” wheezed Dr. wells over the phone to Paula later that afternoon. “That horse of yours is a devil. Just getting x-rays was difficult enough- it actually did swallow whole and entire the entire female staff of my clinic-” And that was saying a lot. His animal hospital employed almost seventy five women from janitors to fellow doctors and the horse had eaten every single woman in the building. It hadn’t helped that the women, once they heard it ate women, showed up in droves to see the horse.

At one point in the feeding frenzy, nude women were forcibly feeding other nude women to the horse just to see it, then feeding themselves to the horse to experience it. At one point the horses neck was stretched ten feet side to side as it desperately swallowed the women in it’s mouth and throat.

Of course, before the horse had eaten all seventy five women present, he’d counted the skeletal remains on the x-rays taken. From inside the horses stomach to every inch of the horses intestinal tract it was filled with female bones. He’d lost count after the 200th female skull in the horses stomach alone.

“You have to keep that horse at the farm. I’ll get it transferred back to your farm sometime today. If it ever got loose- I think it would eat every woman on the face of the planet in less than a week.” And the worse part was the horse wouldn’t even try to do so- it would be the women themselves desperately rushing into the horses stomach that would be the danger.

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Anne