Site Update:

The front page to the site has changed- using art from RonRico and Skydog for my site as we speak. I need to ask RonRico and Skydog if this is ok 🙂 . Also, put the story written by John in the comments section on the front page! Awesome work! Going to change the look and feel of the rest of the pages either tonite (it’s almost 4 in the morning!!) or “tomorrow” 🙂

Good to be working again.

However, SHE Qualifies As Busty:

But, nice as those soft, warm, suckable boobs are, she would look just SO much more beautiful if she was just a bulge inside a snake’s body, tucked tightly into it’s stomach, and slowly being digested ALIVE over a period of days.

Sasha felt her heart racing as the snake swallowed again, bringing her deeper into it’s mouth and throat. It had been swallowing her whole and entire while she had been unconcious- now awake, she found herself deep inside the snake. It’s lips were just under her ribs, her arms held tight against her sides. Her naked breasts were cold, nipples tight.

Whatever Happened To:

those model/strippers that used to be REALLY stacked? Back in the 90’s, if a model was advertised as “busty”, she was BUSTY- usually had boobs bigger than her head (and those were the nodels with the SMALL rack, if their tits were ONLY as big as their heads).

These days tho, if a model is advertised as “busty”, she might be carrying a set of D cups, double D if she’s REALLY big. But she’s usually a C or so.

What’s up with THAT? I mean, I’d hate to carry HUGE tits on my chest, but if I were advertising myself as “busty”, I’d want to be actually BUSTY.

I thought the world was  on a trend that would only go up- by this day and age, a stripper should have boobs literally as big as beach balls just to be considered flat-chested.

Just my thinking.

I’ve Started Working On My Site Again, BTW

Changing the index page (going to steal someones artwork without asking- thank you, whomever I steal it from) as we speak, and going to add stories. Going to write some too. Been working on non-vore stories lately.. that, strangely, still have people being eaten in them. How about that.

Heylo. Been a time.

I have almost complete use of my right hand back. The only real time I can tell there is a problem is when I go to floss my teeth- my fingers won’t hold the floss and go into the correct position. That’s the only left-over bad part.

Which actually makes me kind of sad, weirdly enough. Here, I’ll explain.

When I almost died because of an accidental drug overdose a few years back, I felt weird for about 2 months. I had the strong feeling, awareness, that I wasd alive when I should, by rights, have been dead. I felt- not depressed, but depressed-like… feeling like I was in a dream, aware that I was not… A not-unpleasant, but not totally pleasant feeling, either. But fully aware that this feeling would fade, and that I would soon go back to-

-taking being alive for granted again.

So when I was at 95% use of my hand, I sort of wished that it wouldn’t get fully back.  Because I wasn’t taking my hand for granted. The use of our limbs is not something we should take for granted- I discovered how quickly that can change, and felt just how it is when we lose those things. And I knew that if I got the full use of my hand back, soon I would just go back to taking it for granted and not caring about it anymore.

And so, yeah, I rarely think about it any more. Which is too bad- as stated, we shouldn’t take things like this for granted. And I am again.

Just as I know I shouldn’t take my husband for granted either- he could end up in the hospital and DEAD at any time… he’s only alive these past 20 times or so because of me being FAST in my judgement and getting him the help he needed.

But since he’s not in the hospital or such, I’m back to taking him fore granted. Sigh.

Anne