How I Write, For Those Of You Who Are Curious
I am very freeform. I have tried in the past to get an idea and then steer my characters into what needed to be done. Guide them with dialogue, action. I tried getting a roadmap- they are HERE, they need to get THERE, they are going to get there IN THIS FASHION.
Dreadful, horrible. Very stilted. No one acts like a person, they act like information bearers and very poorly written ones at that.
What I have evolved into as a writer is this: Let us say I am going to write a story where, say, a woman gets swallowed whole and entire by a snake and is going to be digested alive. Ooh. Sounds good 🙂 That’s about as much planning as I do- now I need a hook to get started.
I’ll reach into my brain blindly and come up with a vague idea, a line- say, randomly, “Sandy hated being dropped off by the side of the road after being used for sex by truck drivers.” Okay, first sentence of the story! Now the rest of the story is going to flow from that! (I am organically making up the story example as I go along, the way I do when I am writing).
So now I need Sandy to be doing something- ‘She sighed to herself as she walked by the road in the dark. It wasn’t midnight yet, so it was possible she could catch a ride home. A taxi was right out- she was supposed to be paid in cash by the last trucker after she’d swallowed his load, but he’d laughed and kicked her out of the cab without a look back. That’s what she got for sucking cock first, making sure they had money second.”
Then some info about Sandy so you get to know what she looks like, what she thinks. ‘Sandy kicked at a rock with her one white pony pump clad foot. Her heels were six inches higher than her toes, and it made her ass, which looked good, look even better under the miniskirt. She didn’t like to wear underwear, it just got in the way. She had a pink stone in a gold chain hanging from a piercing in her navel, and her large, well formed breasts were barely covered in a tight pink tube top. She was extremely topheavy, with each breast roughly twice the size of her head and hair by volume but she was firm with little to no sag. Each bullet hard nipple pushed at the material of the tube top. Her hair was bleached blonde, frizzed out in a gelled bunch of spikes. Her mascara was smudged under her eyes, her lipstick was smeared over her chin, and a thick blob of semen was stuck, unknown to her, to her cheek.”
Then the danger has to arrive from somewhere! “What’s a nice piece of meat like you doing out on a night like tonight?” She stopped, uncertain where the vaguely menacing voice was. The closest light was half a block away but the moon was out and full but she couldn’t see another person anywhere on the street around her. “Down here,” came the baritone voice again and Sandy looked down. The speaker was one of those talking snakes that were so in the news these days. It was a lime green Amazonian Anaconda, definitely not native to the streets of Seattle. The beast was almost a foot thick from side to side, and even coiled up like it was she could see it was at least thirty feet long. The snake’s head was a foot and a half wide and a foot and a half long from the base of it’s neck to it’s snout. “Aren’t you a little worried about being alone on this side of town, a delicious thing like you?”
“Not really,” said Sandy and she wasn’t, really. She had never had a well developed sense of survival which was one of the reasons she made her living, such as it was, sucking and fucking strange men in cars. She was almost twenty two years old and it’d worked for her so far. “What’s going to happen to me out here? I’ll get raped? I’ve been raped before, I’ll get raped again.” She did have a headache though and wished she had a Tylenol with her. Maybe when she got home.
((so far I’ve been making this story up as it runs out of my fingers))
“There are worse things than rape,” said the snake conversationally.
“Well, if I get murdered, I get murdered,” said Sandy with a fatalistic philosophy. “I’ve been tortured and beaten. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get out of it all.” ((Now I know what Sandy’s personality is, and now I know that she’s been beaten down so bad that she basically is wishing for death to rescue her))
There was a moment’s silence as she stood staring downward at the snake in the moonlight. She was about to continue walking when the snake spoke again.
“I can take care of you in a way that’s better than murder and doesn’t involve torture or beatings.”
Sandy laughed harshly. “Oh? And how is that?” It was time to get home, maybe suck off a dealer and get something to take her away for the rest of the night.
The snake didn’t speak- it merely looked into her eyes with it’s cold black eyes, then slowly opened it’s mouth wide, very wide. The moonlight poured into its mouth and down its throat, and it was a very deep throat indeed. At first Sandy didn’t understand what the snake was trying to say and she was confused. Then she understood what the snake meant, and she was terrified for a heartbeat or two. Then she really understood what the snake meant, and she felt a pouring of gratitude within her.
((well, now the story is flowing pretty good, and I didn’t plan any of this. In fact, pretty much every development has been as much a surprise to me as it has been for you! And if you say “well, I am not surprised at all,” then I have to say “Well, you know what I mean!”))
((Now it’s down to the nitty gritty of the story, what every one is here for. This is what you paid for, this is what brings everyone into the movie theatre. Now it’s time for Sandy to take a one way trip down the snake’s throat- destination: digestion))
“Let me take this shit off,” said Sandy before the snake could say another word. She tore off the tube top, exposing her magnificent milk machines to the cold air. She had never had a surgery, nor spent much time on the maintenance of her breasts, but they were beautiful in their massiveness. The miniskirt fell into the dirt at her feet, and in the moonlight the snake could see that she kept her crotch clean of a single hair ((because who has pubic hair these days? Really!)). Sandy pitched her navel bangle into the dark and then kicked off her shoes. In less than minute she was gloriously nude. And though she was preparing for death, her bodies promise of sexual gratification was as much an affirmation of life as any.”Now how do I do this? You want me lie down on the sidewalk?”
“Please do,” said the snake. “And put your feet together in the air next to my mouth. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Sandy knelt, then lay back on the cold concrete. It didn’t bother her that the stone was so cold. She had been colder and this would soon take her away from cold. It was worth it. She lifted her long legs and put her feet together, toes arched, near the snake’s head.
The snake stared down her nude body in the moonlight for a minute. This had turned out to be rather easy. He;d been prepared to take by force the body of the next young woman to come his way and here this young person was giving herself to him. In a way he felt awkward and, strangely, sorry for the girl. What a life she must have had if she was just giving it away to the first person to ask for it.
“I just want to warn you,” said the snake after a moment’s silence. “If I swallow you whole and alive, you will be digested alive. ”
“How long will it take?” asked Sandy.
“Before you die in my stomach? It could be as long as a day,” said the snake. He wasn’t going to lie. Not now.
Sandy lay in the cold and the dark, her feet in the air next to the mouth of the snake. “It’s worth it,” she said.
“Then so be it,” said the snake. He then opened his mouth wide, leaned his head forward and took her feet deep into his mouth. When he felt her toes tickle the back of his throat, he closed his jaws on her shins. This wouldn’t take long. For some reason he felt no desire to make this any worse for the young woman than was possible. He gently swallowed and took her feet into his throat, bringing her legs almost to the knee into his mouth. He slid his head forward as he swallowed rather than drag her back- he didn’t want to scrape up her back on the cold concrete.
“That feels nice,” said Sandy and he could tell she was smiling from the sound of her voice. “It’s all warm and moist. Like a hug. You’re hugging me with your mouth,” she whispered.
Gently the snake swallowed again, deeply, and took Sandy’s knees and lower thigh’s into his mouth. He feet were deep in his throat know but it would be a long time before she entered his stomach. Like all snakes, his stomach took up approximately the length of the last third of his body. So while it would be no problem at all for her to enter his stomach, it would be quite a trip down his throat for her to get there.
Another long swallow took the tip of his snout, his upper jaw, almost up to her shaven cleft between her legs. His lower jaw was scraping against the sidewalk, but his skin was suited for this sort of thing- his scales took the beating and barely scratched. His tongue tasted the air around her abused pussy and she smelled good. He swallowed her legs deeper into his throat, her tight round buttocks scootching over his bottom lip and into his mouth, on his tongue. His tongue flickered quickly and gently upward between her thighs from below, the soft pointed tips of his tongue dancing over the soft outer lips of her young cunt. She tasted as good as she smelled, she did. He couldn’t really control himself, not really, as his tongue flickered up again, gently licking and tasting, teasing the soft musky hole. Either the teasing tongue helped lubricate the young woman, or the saliva on his tongue did the trick, but his tongue eased into her vaginal canal, filling her. The top of his tongue doubled up, folding on itself, and rubbing softly, gently, but insistently on and around the young woman’s clitoris. And though he hadn’t meant to at first, the snake brought the woman to a gasping orgasm, fucking her with his tongue.
As she slowly came back down, he swallowed again and again, bringing her deep inside him. He filled himself with her body. He feet were deep down his throat, and her taut young calves. Her legs bent at the knee inside his throat on their trip down to his stomach, and her round ass and shaved pussy a foot behind his head, inside his throat. Her belly was at the back of his mouth, her ribs between his upper and lower jaws, her heavy breasts on either side on his snout on the cold sidewalk. Her nipples were hard, a deep brown in color. Another swallow brought his snout o the top of her chest, just at the base of her throat. Her breasts were big enough they were squooshed up around her neck and chin, over her shoulders, her hard nipples up the level of her mouth. Her arms were pushed straight up and out behind her, her fingers touching the cold rock of the sidewalk.
Her face was angelic in the moonlight. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even but deep as she could in her position in the throat of the snake. She felt no fear, no panic, nothing but, strangely, hope. She was leaving this vale of tears, this painful world. No more beatings, no more late nights wondering where she would find a meal. No more drugs taking her from this world for another night.
The snake took a long, careful, gently swallow. His scaly lips eased gently up the back of her head, over her face. Her chin was covered by the upper jaw of the snake, then her nose, then her eyes. Her face was peaceful and then it was covered, the tip of the snake snout now the top of her forehead. Just on either side of her head pushed a small mound of squooshed breast from inside the mouth of the snake. Her arms reached gracefully upward, the fingers clenched lightly together. Another swallow and the head of the young woman was at the back of his mouth, just at the top of his throat, her arms reached out and her hands at the rims of his jaws. Her fingers gently ran over his lips, only just visible outside the mouth of the snake. Her breasts pushed the body of the snake outward from inside the throat.
The rest of her body was visible as a bulge in the body of the snake. Four feet past the head of the snake her feet began a gently swelling, her calves bulging out then sinking back at her knees. Her hips swelled out the throat of the snake, then sank back in at her waist, leading to the comparatively huge bulge where her breasts were.
Another swallow took her fully within the body of the snake, her hands now teasing him at the back of his mouth, tickling his tongue at the top of his throat. Then another swallow and she was fully in his throat.
He took a moment before the final series of pulses that would push her down the tube of his throat, through the upper sphincter of his stomach and then fully into the tight wet sac of his stomach. She had been a wonderful meal and had plucked his heartstrings. Now at last though she would find peace.
It took another five minutes for her to travel down the tube of his throat, and then she was tucked tightly into the sac of his stomach. He slithered off to find a peaceful place to sleep and digest the woman in his belly.
She never regretted her decision, though she still did have some time to think about it. The snake hadn’t lied- it took about twenty four hours of being trapped in his stomach before a combination of stomach acids, suffocation, and pain killed her. Her skin sloughed off painfully at first. The air in his stomach became fouled with carbon dioxide from her breathing, and thick fumes from the stomach acids and the melting meat of her body. The pain was terrible- she spent the last several hours of her life screaming.
((And that is how I write a story. I had no idea any of it was going to happen that way- in fact, I thought I was going to be stuck with writer’s block again! The words just run out of my fingertips organically, and I try to keep them semi-edited 🙂 ))
(2,666 words)
Well, It’s 669 Words And I Think It Could Go Somewhere
but I am having the devil’s time with it. I’m going to call this one 1/2 a story and post it because at least it;s SOMETHING, although a rather unsatisfying something. If anyone else out there is a writer and would like to take this one and either re-write it and go on, or continue it to it’s brutal end, please do!
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–Rani’s breath was choked off as the vine twisted viciously about her neck.
She and Chana were hunting this morning, trying to put some meat on the table for the tribe. No one was starving yet but people were grumbling and bellies were rumbling. There were two other hunting teams out and that was all the hunters ranging far and wide. No hunter had seen an animal larger than a small dog lately and no one knew what had happened.
Chana and Rani were hut-mates, two women who shared a living space and a deep love for the other. They were also the tribe’s best hunting team yet this season that was of no solace to the hungry village. Rani was tall, with soft bronze skin, and had tight black curls that fell in ringlets to her shoulders. Her legs were long and lean, strongly muscled yet the skin was so soft. Her hips were narrow, and compared to the rest of the women in her village she was woefully under endowed, comparatively flat as a board. At night, when no one could see, her face would burn with shame at how boylike her chest was. Yet her face was beautiful, her eyes deep brown pools and her mouth soft and expressive.
Chana too was a very pretty woman- her hair was a dark brown, unlike most of the women in the village who had jet black hair, and it fell straight to a point between her shoulder blades. Her face was thin, sharp and her eyes were a piercing green. Rani loved her soft lips and wonderful mouth. Chana only stood as tall as Rani’s shoulders but she was never childlike in her size- she was all woman. Her hips were wide, her buttocks round and soft. She made up for Rani being so masculine in her chest by being one of the fuller breasted women in the village.
–A second vine wrapped around Rani’s waist, pulling her back into the soft mass of leaves and branches that she had foolishly turned her back on. Her neck burned with the pressure of the first vine that still cut off her air. How long would it constrict her so? Already her vision was getting sparkley at the edges from lack of air. She grabbed at the vine around her neck, trying to get her fingers between her flesh and the cold hard plan fibers. No luck so far.
The two women had been foraging since dawn, looking for spoor but finding nothing. There were just no animals to be found in the jungle. There fruits and tubers but nothing of animal origin. They had filled a basket and wrapped a giant blanket around their vegetable harvest but until they had found some meat it wouldn’t do to turn back.
It was Chana that found the first skeleton. It had been the bones of a chikanze, a primate half the size of Rani. This was disturbing for many reasons, for rarely did anyone find even a few bones of any animal that had died, let alone a full skeleton. Insects and small animals would infest and worry at the flesh of dead animals, as well as the occasional larger animal grabbing chunks and handfuls. Weather and time would scatter more until in a short amount of time any dead animal was scattered, the bones willy nilly through the jungle. To find a complete collection of the bones of any animal was unusual and frightening.
The further they traveled, the more complete skeletons they found.
They also discovered a type of tree they had never seen before. The branches were very long and the trunk short. Its roots were thin and spear like, digging harshly at the soil. The leaves were a rubbery feeling sheet of plant fiber, bright green. The gathered masses of leaves and branches at its base, though the women were unsure if this was due to wind, or how the tree tended to fall apart as it aged.
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So it might turn into 30 stories in 40 days 😦 I am going to try my best to keep it as close to 30 days as I can tho.
For Reference
This pic isn’t that insulting, and it’s kind of useful when reading a story. Now for my stories, start with double D’s on the skinny bitch and work up from there 🙂
Oh, and put every last one of them inside of snake stomachs. Oh yes.
Well, Dammit. I’ll Try To Get It In Today Though.
Let’s be honest. Given my track record and general level of flakiness, coupled with the absolute horror that is my life (accursed by God, I tell you!), “30 stories in 30 days” was never going to be better than say “30 stories in 36 days”. And I’m starting that already- yesterday, my story I was trying was deep sixed for 2 reasons.
A) Damned thing is just not pulling together in my head. Which is so facking annoying. My “Tara Swallowed” story just flowed- I had to work to keep it from being 20 pages or more. But yesterday, every attempt to write just didn’t work. Sentences were ackward, paragraphs sucks, and in general everything I wrote was just a simmering pot of shit.
2) Sometimes Rudy is just so fucking needy. I love him to death, but when I want to write, I want to write. Frequently, he would need my help and it would be TWO HOURS before I could sit back down and try to write. How can you write with THAT screwing up “the zone”?
Anyway, I’m about to go to bed for 2 hours sleep (my sleep pattern is fucked up- I fall asleep all day and can’t keep my eyes open, then I stay up all night because I’m fucking wired). When I get up, I’m going to try and shovel a few innocent, screaming women (they really don’t deserve their fate at all!) down the gullet of some hungry thing. Ta!
It’s Finally Done! And It’s Fricking Huge! And I Hope It Doesn’t Suck
Done. Finito. Complete. And as I say in that title up there, I hope to god the story is “Sexy Time” and not “This Is Painfully Suck”.
Please let me know, and you can be brutal if you have to. I need to know if I suck at writing now.
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Tara yawned and put an arm over her eyes, the sun bright. How long had she been asleep? She must have been really drunk. Probably was still pretty drunk- when she’d fallen asleep, the sun was high in the sky and it was still up there. Maybe late afternoon. She yawned again, smacking her lips. Her mouth was mighty dry, she was dehydrated- well, that’s what happened when you drank a six pack of beer- no, more than that she remembered. Wow. And she was still drunk- she still felt woozy.
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When she tried to roll over and sit up, she found that it was impossible. One of her arms wasn’t moving at all even though she could still feel it, and her legs weren’t moving either. She bent her legs at the knee and was totally baffled when they moved in that fashion. But what the hell- why couldn’t she spread her legs? What the hell was going on with her legs?
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Laying in the grass, she spent a few seconds freaking out and wondering if she had a stroke- was that why her body wasn’t working right? But no, no- she didn’t know all the symptoms of stroke, but she didn’t feel any pain other than a building hangover headache. She just couldn’t make her legs or her arm work right. And now that she was calming down she could feel her whole body felt odd, strange.
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She felt tight, constricted. As if someone had taken strips of cloth and wrapped them tightly around her whole body, starting at her feet and working up. It was hot and her skin felt funny. Her breasts were pushed up higher than usual. When she lay on her back they flopped off to the side at her armpits, lower down around her arms but right now they were resting higher on her ribcage, almost pushed up to her face. Just what the fuck was going on here?
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“Take a deep breath,” she whispered to herself. “Just relax.” She slowed her breathing, closed her eyes. She took her free right arm and gently reached down to her lower body, touching herself. What she felt didn’t match up with anything that made sense- her skin felt oddly rough. Not like sandpaper, just not quite smooth. And when she tried to feel between her legs, she couldn’t! There was some sort of barrier, a membrane of some kind, that blocked her fingers. What in the name of God was going on?
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She brought her fingers up her body, trailing the tips up her belly, the bump of her ribcage. And there it was, whatever ‘it’ was- a rim of some kind, a line, a lip, just above the crease of breast and chest. It ran from all the way over as far as she could reach on the left side and just as far on the right. She couldn’t stretch her arm around her back, people just didn’t bend that way, but there was no reason to assume the rim didn’t run all the way around her. It was like she was in a tight sack of some kind, something that was restricting her where she was trapped in it.
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Just then she felt the weirdest sensation- a soft, wet crawling motion that started at her toes. It worked it’s way gently up her feet and then her legs, a circular band around her that inched it’s way up her body. She felt it travel slickly up her waist until it hit the rim at her ribcage and felt the slick, tight wet sack around her move about one half inch up her back and her underboobs. About three seconds after that she was overwhelmed with a sudden feeling of dizziness and sickness as she realized what was happening.
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“Holy fuck,” she whispered weakly. “That snake- it is eating me, it’s swallowing me.” She was overwhelmed with such a sensation of horror that it totally eliminated any feelings of erotica she had felt about the situation before. It was sexy to think of the snake swallowing her alive when she knew it couldn’t happen- now that it was happening, it was no longer sexy time.
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She had another problem to deal with while she was thinking. Her breasts, while not the biggest in the world, were each twice as large as her head and hair by volume- already they were being pushed up and into her face. If the snake kept swallowing her, those massive boobs could suffocate her long before the snake got her into it’s stomach.
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She closed her eyes to think for a minute and was almost trapped by her drunkenness- even though she felt panic from being swallowed whole and entire by an animal that wanted to digest her alive, she was still riding the tail end of a seven beer drunk. She almost fell asleep again as she lay there in despair, eyes closed and her face in the shadow of her quivering, soft breasts. She snapped her eyes open and almost started crying.
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Suddenly, Tara remembered something that was sure to save her. She lifted her hand and looked at her fingernails. They weren’t talons, she never wore her nails in inch long colored spikes on her fingers but she did have fingernails. Tight as this snake felt around her body as it swallowed her whole and entire, it’s skin or lip should probably cut very easily with her fingernails. She smiled to herself and lowered her hand, feeling for the best place to try her theory.
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There were no loose parts of snake skin for her to lift and place between her nails but that didn’t mean she had to give up. Tara took her thumbnail and middle fingernail and tried catching snakeskin at her groin, where her legs came together. Right in the cave of her crotch the snakeskin dipped inward but didn’t actually touch her skin, a tight tent of stretched out snakeskin. And yet that was also a problem- the snakeskin was stretched tight as drum skin as well. She just couldn’t catch enough skin to try and tear it with her nails.
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All right then. She brought her hand up and worked on getting her thumbnail under the lip of the snake that was swallowing her whole and alive. Maybe she could rip it there. If she could just nick it she’d be able to tear the snake off her like it was made of paper. While she was working, the rim of swallowing snake worked it’s way up her body again and she snake lip worked it’s way another half inch up her back, pushing her boobs up further into her face. Right now it was like wearing an insane push up bra, but any further and her face and head would be totally covered with her boobs. Breathing would become highly problematic at that point.
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However, pinch and pull and tear at the snake lip with her fingernails it just wouldn’t rip. The mouth of the snake was drawing her deeper and deeper into the throat of the snake, pushing more and more of her into stomach. Finally she was outright sobbing while she pulled at the mouth of the snake that was swallowing her whole and alive but nothing she did made a difference.
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“If I wasn’t so hammered,” she whispered to herself, pushing her left breast to one side, pulling the right to the other. The lips of the snake had pushed her breasts up past her chin, her cherry red nipples up at the level of her eyes. Damned things were bullet hard right now, both breasts strangely ultra sensitive at the moment. If she weren’t being swallowed whole, about to be digested alive, she could enjoy them, even suck on her nipples herself while mashing and kneading the warm, soft breasts. She did it all the time anyway.
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The mouth of the snake that was swallowing her whole and entire was up to her left shoulder, pushing her right arm upward at an awkward angle. She was glad of the fact that she could use her arm still, but it did bring questions- would the snake start digesting her alive when the bulk of her body was in it’s stomach, because at that point her arm from the elbow to fingertips would still be unswallowed. Would it leave her arm simply undigested, letting it fall off and out of it’s mouth at some point? She couldn’t imagine the snake having to swallow her entire arm as well- that was an unnecessary foot and a half it would have to stretch to swallow her entirely. And if it couldn’t, would it just spit her out after not being to swallow her arm? Not that it would help her if that were the case- she would have suffocated in the airless sac of the snake stomach by that time.
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Since there was no hope, no hope at all, maybe she could draw her arm into the throat of the snake. But, no- no matter what she did, she couldn’t get her elbow past the rim of the snake’s mouth. She was in the way- her body, her breasts pushed into her face, she couldn’t get her elbow past her fucking tits to get her arm in! What was going to happen she didn’t know but she was too scared to worry about it right now. She felt her panic grow as the mouth of the snake worked another half inch up her body. The circle of swallowing flesh worked it’s wet tight way up her nude body, until it reached the lips of the snake and she slid another half inch deeper down the snake’s throat, another half inch deeper into it’s stomach where she would be digested alive.
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From above, Tara’s predicament again looked surreal. The skin of the snake that had swallowed her so deeply through it’s wide stretched mouth, it’s tight wet throat, it’s great stretched sac of a stomach that held all of her body from the neck down, was almost transparent it was pulled so tight. Her breasts were large enough and the fit tight enough that they were pushed upward like two huge meat pillows, totally obscuring her head- even though her head from the neck up was outside the snake’s mouth, all that could be seen were the lower halves of her breasts bursting from the mouth of the snake, nipples bullet hard and cherry red. From behind the two great breasts, enough of them unswallowed that they would have made two double D cup breasts for another woman, was her arm shoved outward, hand clutching and trying desperately to pull her to safety.
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The skin of the snake looked as if Tara’s nude body had been wrapped in cellophane and then the outer surface water-painted in pastel colors. Tight as another layer of skin against her own skin, the throat and stomach of the snake held her tightly from her neck to her toes. Neither of them knew how tenous the grasp of the snake around her body, how tightly the snake was stretched to hold her in it’s stomach. She only knew that she was going to be digested alive, impossibly, by what used to be a snake that had been only seven inches long and half an inch wide, and the snake only knew that he had to risk his own life to eat this woman. He had to do the impossible so that he could digest this woman alive over a period of weeks before her death. He had to- she was that delicious. The taste of her pussy even now was a memory of sheer bliss, and having even half of those wonderful breasts inside his mouth was a slice of heaven. He wanted, he needed, to finish swallowing her whole and entire. He had to digest her alive.
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And he knew that she wanted to be digested alive. From the moment she had said that yes, as a woman she was prey and that yes, he could swallow her whole and entire and digest her alive, that she was his. And that she was proud of him for eating her, proud of him for being able to swallow her and digest her alive. That she wanted to die in his stomach as he digested her over a period of at least two weeks.
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For her part, she wanted nothing more than to escape this horror with her life. If she could escape this situation and maybe kill the snake for what he had done to her, that would be gravy. She didn’t want to die, she didn’t want to be eaten, and she certainly didn’t want to be digested alive.
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As the mouth of the snake crept up the back of her neck, oh so agonizingly slowly, shoving her breasts tightly against her face and making it so difficult to breathe past their soft masses, Tara had began screaming with each breath. Screaming in total terror and hoping beyond hope that someone could hear, could come and rescue her. Her voice was very loud in her ears but muffled very effectively by her breasts packed around her head. Even if there had been someone in her backyard with her to listen, they wouldn’t have heard her five feet away. Her sheer animal fear momentarily reduced her to less than human, but she wouldn’t have to worry about lost dignity. No one would ever know.
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Before long, the rim of his mouth was past the top of her head, leaving only her breasts, nipples, and arm left to swallow away into his stomach. By this time, however, that was childs play to eat. With the bulk of Tara already in his stomach, still screaming in terror, this would be easy. And it was- slow careful swallows brought his lips over the sensitive nipples of her breasts and in minutes they too were in his throat, then his stomach. That left only her arm from the elbow down.
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This was actually easier. Because it was just an arm and not an an entire nude to swallow into his hungry stomach, all he had to do was swallow. The pressure did the rest. Her arm bent at the elbow as he swallowed and while his lips and mough were stretched out again as her arm bent awkwardly while he swallowed it down, that was nothing compared to having to get his mouth past her hips and ass, past those huge delicious tits. And then her hand was in his mouth as well- he continued his slow pulsing swallows and her arm continued bending downward and stretching back out again until her right arm was against her side, just like the left.
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And then it was basically over! He huffed a gentle breath. That wonderful delicious nude woman with her wonderful pussy and beautiful tits was inside his stomach. He had done it. It didn’t matter that he had been only seven inches long and half an inch wide- he had swallowed a nude woman whole and entire into his stomach, and now he was going to digest this beautiful meal alive. And still he was positive that she was proud of him, from her position there in his stomach. That she had known he could do it. That she had been hoping against hope that he could do it- he could swallow her whole and digest her alive. And he had done it.
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It looked as if Tara were simply laying on her back in the grass of her backyard. Strangely, from the very top of her head, from her oddly mashed down head of hair, there was a tiny snake head, oddly life like. But from the very top of her head down to her toes, it appeared as if she were wrapped tightly in a single layer of thin cellophane, and that cellophane clung to her body as if it were a second skin. Her overly large breasts still jiggled on her chest as she breathed, nipples still hard and jutting straight out and begging to be suckled. Her clean shaven crotch still called out for sex. Only lightly was the cellophane painted in pastels to show that it was in fact stretched out snake skin.
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Her face was still contorted in terror and she did seem to be screaming but very little could be heard. Only her chest heaved as she screamed, eyes clenched shut.
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Now that the snake had swallowed Tara whole and entire, movement was not just slow, it was basically impossible. He couldn’t slither any more with a live nude woman in his belly. His body just didn’t bend or turn with a woman in his stomach. He’d have to stay there and just digest her where they were, until she’d been digested down enough that he could slither away. That should take only about a week. This was a nice patch of lawn, secluded, and it got great sun- i’d been a great day the entire time he was swallowing this nude woman alive. And when she was digested down far enough, why then, he slither away to a place of greater safety where he could finish digesting her, still alive, in peace.
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He closed his eyes and started to drift away into sleep. Tara was a big delicious meal, and he needed toi get started on digesting her right away, keep her proud of him.
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Tara’s screams became audible when the stomach acids started to flow.
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ALmost Done, And Then 30SI30D!
Almost done, almost done.
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The tiny snake found Tara to be absolutely delicious. Her lightly lotioned skin tasted wonderful on his tongue. From the moment he had placed his mouth around her toes he found her taste to be infinitely better than any frog. Bugs were nothing compared to the wonderful taste of a woman going down his throat and into his belly. Her feet were the best thing he had ever eaten, until he got to her lower legs, and then they were the best in the world. As her legs slowly slid between his lips, into his mouth, down his throat and into his stomach, each inch became the best thing he had ever eaten. Her lower thighs were ambrosia. And the closer his gaping mouth got to her clean-shaven pussy, the better she tasted.
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Since he had never eaten a woman before he didn’t know if the musky scented hole between her legs was the best in the entire world, or if every woman’s hole would smell so tantalizing, so wonderful. He wanted to slide his tongue over her fat pussy lips, to tease and tickle his tongue between them, and then push his tongue deep in the hole between her legs. He wanted to sample and savor the smell that wafted to him, to his sensitive tongue. He could literally taste the air with his tongue, and if the hole between her thighs physically tasted as good as the air flowing around it said it did, he thought he might die from the pleasure.
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She kept sliding between his lips as she slept. Would she sleep until he had her inside his stomach entirely? Would the first thing she saw when she awoke, be nothing because there was no light in his belly? He felt that it would be kind of sad if he couldn’t hear her say that yes, indeed, he had eaten her alive. Hear her laugh and admit that even though he was a tiny snake, he could eat a woman whole and alive. The tiny snake with half a woman inside him felt sure that if she was awake, she would be proud of him. He was swallowing her whole and entire, soon to digest her alive over a period of around two weeks before digestion finally killed her.
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At last his lips felt as if they were going to split- he was at the top of her thighs, about to take her buttocks into his mouth. Her fragrant pussy was inches from his tongue and the wonderful smell was driving him mad. Intoxicating. He swallowed and winced, his lips hurting. This would be a deciding point- would be actually be able to swallow her whole and alive? If he couldn’t take her hips and buttocks into his mouth and swallow them into his throat and belly, it was over. She would be hurt, she would be betrayed, she would laugh at him because he couldn’t digest her alive. Snakes were made to eat women and women were made to be eaten by snakes.
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He bunched up his body and then closed his eyes. He swallowed against her hips and buttocks and it hurt, it hurt a lot- but his lips didn’t split. She slid another half inch down his throat and he knew, with triumph, that he could do it. He could swallow her whole and entire- he could digest her alive! She would be so happy for him! She was going to be digested alive in his belly!
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As he swallowed and swallowed the sleeping, drunk woman, it would have looked dreamlike for any passersby. His lips around her waist, just below her navel, looked like a thin black rubber band around her. The top of the snake’s head, the bones separated from the rest of the bones in his head around the sleeping woman sliding down his throat and into his belly, was about the size of a quarter and about a quarter of an inch in height. The rest of the skin of the snake was stretched so thin and so tight it was shiny. The scales of his body were like sequins on cloth wrapped around her- each scale far from it’s fellow scale he was stretched so far and so thin. Aside from the bump of his head, the rest of his body was skin tight around hers and it literally appeared as if his body was simple paint on her skin. Her body was just visible through the stretched out skin of his body. And when he swallowed again, her pretty navel slid into his mouth, her ass down his throat and her body from the knees down in his stomach.
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Almost Done With Story, Here’s What I Have
Getting closer, almost done. This section is about 1,500 words and I’m getting close to the end. Then on to the next story and the official start of “30 stories in 30 days”.
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Tara closed her eyes and leaned back against the chair. She drained the rest of the beer in the can she held, then dropped the empty next to her as she sat naked in the grass. Her overly large, very heavy breasts sat in her lap as she soaked up sun, very drunk and now quite sleepy. In every short amount of time she’d drained seven cans of cheap-ass brand beer. Normally she didn’t drink anywhere near this amount in such a short time, but the tiny talking snake had disturbed her more than she was willing to admit even to herself.
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And that silly little snake. Thinking he could swallow her whole and entire, then digest her alive. Such a tiny thing! He probably ate mice and frogs normally. What had tipped him over to ravenous hunger when he saw her microkini-clad form, she had no idea. Just the fingers on her hands weighed more than that snake! She giggled softly, eyes closed, and briefly imagined herself half swallowed by the snake- her body half inside the snake, her legs in his throat and him working on getting her ass into his mouth, her breasts resting on the grass… she smiled gently, the image not nearly as frightening to her as she would have believed. She even felt herself heat up a little between her legs at the image in her mind.
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She opened her eyes and looked at her feet. The tiny snake was doing his level best to swallow her! He’d taken her big toes into his mouth- and it stretched his mouth wide but he’d done it. She smiled again- he’d have to work a lot harder than that to get the job done! Her nipples tightened as she looked at him trying so hard to eat her. All of a sudden she wanted to stroke herself, to tease her clitoris just a little… but spreading her legs like that would obviously hurt the little fellow and she didn’t want to do that. If she drew up her legs more, her heels tighter toward her ass she could stretch her arms around her tight buttocks and just tickled her lips…no, she’d wait until he finally gave up trying to swallow her whole and entire. He’d never be able to digest her whole and alive. Poor fellow. She suddenly felt very sorry for the little snake. He just wanted to eat a woman, was that so bad? And that he wanted to eat her, well, that was kind of flattering, wasn’t it.
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Of course, even drunk off her ass, Tara still didn’t want to die- didn’t want to be eaten. She just felt sorry for the little fucker.
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Ooh, oh no. Tara suddenly had to pee again, but when she opened her eyes she saw, with great surprise, that the little snake had actually managed to work his mouth not only around her toes, but further! Her feet were pressed together, side by side, heels to heels and big toes to big toes, and his lips were in a circle halfway up the length of her feet! Another four inches of swallowing, and he’d had made it up to her ankles… could he do that? Would he be able to do that? His body was like a tight sock around her feet and where her toes ended, his body actually continued in normal snake shape for six inches. Jeez. Maybe he could actually eat her. Nah, mentally she shook her head hard. Being able to swallow half her feet was one thing- he was only seven inches long, he’d be lucky to get her feet inside his entire body!
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Oh, damn. She’d never be able to crawl to the bathroom and she really had to pee and she didn’t want to hurt the snake- and then the decision was taken away from her. She suddenly began to pee where she sat in the grass. How embarrassing! But damn tho, it always felt so good to just pee. Her bladder emptied itself and moisture surrounded her, soaking into the dirt. The little snake didn’t even seem to notice- he was still trying his level best to swallow her whole and entire. Poor little guy. Tara wrapped her arms around her knees, squashing her breasts against her legs, eyes closed. She breathed the not-unpleasant urine fumes around her, feeling the snake trying to eat her feet, mildly horny.
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Her position was mostly comfortable, the sunny day was very warm, and the beer did it’s trick. She began to snore softly. And all the while, the determined tiny snake worked hard at swallowing her whole and entire- getting this woman into his belly was the complete end all and be all of his existance now.
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Tara was correct- until this time, he had never eaten anything larger than a bull-frog, big around as a coffee cup saucer. But this woman- when he’d seen her lying on her deck chair, he knew she was his destiny. He knew he had to have her inside his belly. He would swallow her whole and entire, he would digest her alive, even if it took 2 weeks for her to die in his stomach.
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Swallowing her feet was hard work. The bones of his skull had already seperated, but that’s what snake head bones did, that’s how they could eat large prey. Not as large in proportion as Tara was, no, but still the principle was sound. He gathered up his body, easing more of himself around Tara’s feet, then swallowed. His lips slid up her feet toward her ankles another half inch. Slow but steady, that’s how the snake ate the woman. Slow and steady. Of course, at this rate it was going to take forever to eat her, but all he needed was time.
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Of course, with her asleep it was going to be easier. Now he didn’t have to worry about her freaking out and going back on her pledge to become snake food. Shucks, he thought, she was always snake food. She was a woman, after all. And women were put on the planet to be eaten by snakes. He knew this was true, knew it the moment he had seen her.
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Slow and steady. But it mustn’t be that slow, because the sun didn’t seem to have moved far in the sky and now he had swallowed her feet. His lips were now around her ankle bones, and that felt a little better- her ankles were more slender than her heels. Of course, his body felt mighty stretched out. He was stretching out pretty good though as he swallowed her whole and entire. It had taken only a third of his seven inch length to stretch out and accept her feet. Of course, that sort of meant that when he had swallowed slightly less than two feet of her body, his own body would be stretched out, but that was something to think out later when it came to it. Right now he needed to concentrate on getting her inside of his stomach. Just concentrate on eating this nude woman alive. Just concentrate on swallowing every tender inch of her beautiful nude body through his mouth, down his throat, and into his stomach where he could digest her alive over a period of several weeks.
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As he was swallowing his way up her calves, she mumbled in her sleep and started peeing again. Urine flowed out of her body and pooled around her bottom in the grass before sinking into the soil. She certainly pees a lot, thought the snake to himself as he worked on swallowing her alive. Another half inch of soft lower leg slid between his lips and down his throat, her feet now encased inside his stomach. His mouth was stretched almost painfully wide and he hadn’t even gotten to the widest part of her calves yet. He wasn’t worried though- things were going along so swimmingly right now, he couldn’t even imagine not being able to slide his jaws over her head after a little more work. To just swallow one more time to get her head in his throat, then rest his jaws together and relax, this woman fully inside of him, to rest before swallowing her fully inside his belly. It was simply destiny.
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Tara was laying back flat on the grass now, had loosely relaxed and flopped back some time ago. She leaned to the side until her head was on the grass, then drunkenly scooched her bottom to the side until she was on her back next to the deck chair and started snoring again. Time passed as he swallowed and swallowed, moving his head up her body, moving her down his throat. He felt very stretched out now, his head past her knees now. Her thighs were very large in comparison to her feet and his mouth was starting to feel uncomfortable stretched around now- his lips were hurting. But he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t quit. First thing first- she had said that he could eat her, had said that he could swallow her whole and digest her alive, so he was going to.
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Looking down at the drunk naked woman on the lawn with the tiny snake that was endeavoring to swllow her whole and entire, the first thing one would notice was that the situation was already impossible. Before the snake had started his life’s work of encasing Tara in his stomach he had been only seven inches long. His stomach was approximately a third of his body length and there was no way a fully grown woman, especially with breasts as large as Tara’s, would fit inside his two inch long belly. And yet, on this lazy summer day, the body of the tiny snake had already done the impossible- he had stretched out his entire body from the tips of her toes to halfway up her thighs, his lips stretched impossibly around her legs. Already she was such a tight fit inside his body that it seemed he was painted on to her legs, and not an actual snake that was swallowing this nude woman whole and entire.
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And still he swallowed diligently, working steadily on getting this drunk woman into his stomach. His lips were getting closer and closer to the clean-shaven cleft between her thighs, her tight buttocks, the clenched little pucker between her cheeks. Her waist would give his lips some relief, but her ribcase was of a size, and those boobs- How would he ever get those into his mouth, get them into his stomach? Well, he’d have to keep working at it like he was doing now. Just keep swallowing and swallowing, taking her between his lips a half inch at a time, bringing her soft nude body into his own. He’d have to swallow that bridge when he got to it.
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Shock And Complete Depression
We bought our house only like 2 years ago. It’s been hard, financially- Rudy and I are both disabled (back injury & crippling depression on my part and being terminally ill and barely able to do a damned thing on Rudy’s part) and we are on extremely limited incomes. Well, the kitchen floor has been sorta… sinking… and that’s not a good thing. SO we looked under the house.
Repiping just ONE of the pipes will cost about $15,000 dollars. That’s the one that attaches the house to the cities water and all. Insurance doesn’t cover even a penny of that cost.
And, it looks like we might have a black mold problem under the house. Which means we have a black mold problem IN the house. Which means we have a serious fucking problem.
Insurance will cover up to $5,000 of cleaning black mold out of a home. It can cost anywhere up to $60,000 to clean.
If the mold spore count is high enough, EVERYTHING in the house will have to be cleaned with bleach. Anything that cannot be bleached must be destroyed. Which means ALL of our clothes. And our furniture. And my books (I don’t have a great library or anything, but I have about 2 bookcases PACKED with paperbacks and hardbacks). Anything soft that bleach would ruin must be destroyed.
And of course, while we cannot live in the house, we still have to pay for it. Every month, the house eating over 3/4 of all our money. And we can’t declare bankruptcy- about 6 years ago we had to do that to survive. And of course, now the laws have been changed to royally fuck (without lube (and I’d need KY- the bank is NOT my type), roses, or chocolate) anyone who needs bankruptcy.
Anyone wonder why I find it hard to write?
This One Felt A Lot Better
but I’m still having trouble. I stopped straining so hard and tried to just let it flow like it used to. I think it flowed a lot better. Still though, this was the effort of 24 hours 🙂
Here we go!:
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The tentacle lashed out of the darkness and whipped around her waist.
Laika scrabbled for her dagger as quickly as she could, to cut the tentacle before the inevitable jerk that pulled her off her feet, but her nervous fingers pulled the blade only halfway before the expected pull came. And it was a solid pull- it felt like a big man had run at her full steam and then tackled her with intent to maim. The dagger went flying and she went down hard, smacking her head on a rock. By the time her head cleared a little she’d been pulled ten feet from the fire. Oh, Mother Night!
Laika braced one foot quickly against a stone even as the tentacle pulled her closer to the darkness. This had to work, or she was a deader right now. She locked the knee on that leg, other heel scrabbling for purchase. This time luck was on her side and she locked the knee on that leg as her heel caught in a crevice in the stone. She braced her back as her hand pulled her short sword from the scabbard- thank the Gods she’d left her belt on.
There was another tremendous shock as the tentacle pulling her into the darkness surrounding the fire- Gods, so close it was now, so far from the fire!- found her caught, but her leg and back muscles were up to the task. She was pulled upright to a standing position, pivoting on her feet. But even this would merely have flung her into the darkness head first had her short sword not been slicing through the tentacle even as she reached a standing position. Even at that she staggered further from the fire another few precious feet before stopping that terrible momentum.
She spent the next few precious seconds backpedaling quickly to the relative safety of the fire. This beast must have been starving to get so close to the fire before trying this trick and that made it double dangerous.
Making a short cut through the abandoned mining system had been a stupid idea in the first place. The mountains were laced with shafts, tunnels, veritable abandoned cities where the miners had lived under the ground, and all of them left alone for a reason.
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Let’s see how it goes. I feel better about this. I might be able to get a real start on this tomorrow.
Anne
Anne2Snakie's Erotic Snake Swallowings 