At This Moment I Dun’t Give A Fuck

After they took my husband away to a bigger hospital where they could take better care of my husband, I went to a local store and purchased 2 six packs of beer. I have been sober for the past 11 years. I don’t give a flying fuck right now- I am getting fucking drunk.

I just can’t take it any more. I just can’t. 2 cans down. 10 to go.

It’s About As Bad As It Can Get Right Now

Right now the man that I love, the reason I am living, the love of my life, is in the hospital. He’s been having seizures and I had him dragged off to the hospital. Once there they did CT scans, and it’s awful. His skull is full of fresh blood all along the right side, there is old blood from his bleeding there all day, and he is lying in bed non-responsive.

They are going to ship him off to a bigger hospital so they can drill burr holes in his skull to let off the pressure, but first they have to stop the bleeding in his head.

I am going insane right now, but I am going to go to the hospital and go insane there, sitting in the room while the man that I love bleeds inside his head.

And Here We See A Half-Swallowed Brenda.

A Half Swallowed Cunt, And The Cunt’s Engorged Cunt.

We can tell that Brenda does not mind being swallowed whole down to the snake’s tight stomach sac where she will be digested alive over a period of 8 to sixteen days before death takes her. Her vulva is red with blood, her sex engorged with blood. This means she is fully sexually aroused, lacking only a thrusting penis or probing tongue to bring her to orgasm. It is unfortunate for her that no one was around when the snake began eating her- should anyone have been around to see her arousal, they would certainly have done something to take care of the situation (i.e. a thrusting penis, or perhaps a probing tongue).

Sadly, Brenda will have to use only her imagination to bring herself to orgasm as her hands are well above her, her arms stretched upward above her head to make swallowing her whole and alive for digestion much easier for the snake.

Poor Brenda.

Chatted With ssfsdelta911 Last Night

We hit it off rather well this time. Fact is, had we been at a party, or met at a friends place, we would have ended up fucking in a bathroom or coat closet- my legs in the air, scratching his back while he nailed me hard.

Point being, this could have been any of you fucking me in a coat closet chatting with me with any chat program. I like fucking strangers chatting with people, I get lonely especially with Rudy in the hospital like he is.

I miss Rudy. First of all, he’s my best friend and my lover, and he’s in the hospital and he’s been there for forever it seems like, since the 17th. And just before he went into the hospital he had turned into a randy bastard big time- he’s got a magic tongue, he has, and he rather likes spending time with his face between my legs.  Many many orgasms, let me tell you. And even though he’s got his cardiac problems, he’d been banging me pretty hard with his cock as well.  I mention these rather private things 🙂 only because he fucked me hard more in the last week before he had to go into the hospital than he had the previous year and a half.

Anne

Tina Stood On The Deck Of The Boat.

It was a big fish- five and a half feet long, three feet from base of it’s belly to the top of it’s body, the dorsal fin adding another few inches.  It was longer than she was tall. In fact, the whole fish was bigger than she was. Tina stood  only five foot two in heels and weighed in at one hundred thirty five when soaking wet and butt-naked. She wasn’t fat- she was slim, almost thin, but busty enough it took her weight from 85 to 135. She had long ago understood she would never see her feet again without a mirror- each twenty five pound breast was over twice the size of her head.

Tina in her bikini top.

The fish was slowly gasping in the early morning air. Her husband, Chad, had caught the fish when the sun had just broken the horizon at the ungodly hour of four in the morning. Right now he was taking a nap in the cabin; the boat, while not a luxury yacht, did have most of the necessities of home in it’s twenty five foot length. Including their wonderful Queen Size bed with memory foam mattress. Sigh. Tina thought back wistfully on the bed. Maybe she should go take a nap with Chad, maybe wake him up after a half hour or so, then smother him with sex.

Tina rather liked sex a whole lot. If Chad’s hard penis wasn’t somewhere in her body several hours a day she felt lonely. She liked vaginal sex the best (that’s where her clitoris was, after all, right there where the action was), but also felt great pleasure in hours of hard oral sex, with Chad forcefully fucking her face and throat. When Chad spent time making love to her breasts it was also good- when her breasts were coated in multiple applications of semen she felt at peace with the world. Anal sex left her wild, like an animal, Chad’s prong deep in her colon. She even liked giving him a simple handjob- a handful of semen made for a quick lickable snack. Luckily for her, Chad also enjoyed burying his face in her crotch as well, tonguing her clean shaven vulva with great skill, leaving her gasping and unable to move as she rode wave after wave of wonderful orgasm.

She bent down, her breasts pulling her off balance but she was very used to that by now, automatically adjusting her stance to compensate for their fifty pound weight. The side of the fish was slick and cold, kind of slimy feeling and yet leaving no residue on her hands when she brought them off it’s side. Poor fish. It had been fighting hard when Chad woke her up, yelling, earlier that morning. Now it just lay there, trying to breathe air, the wound in it’s lip and jaw still oozing fish blood. The great set of hooks had caught in the poor beast’s jaw when it took the bait- it couldn’t have escaped without tearing it’s entire lower jaw off. No chance of that, the fishes will to live wouldn’t allow it to simple attempt to pull it’s jaw off to swim away.

She lay down next to the poor cold fish, holding one arm against it’s side. What would a fish think? Did fish think? Even though it was slowly suffocating in the air, it had snapped at the bait offered. Poor hungry fish. She rubbed one hand against the fishes lip. It too was slick, cold. But not scaly, not hard or unpleasant. No teeth inside the fish mouth either, she thought. Tina lay on the deck in the morning sunshine, the sun warm, the deck wet. The longer she lay against the fish on the deck, the more she felt bad for the poor thing. Suffocating. Hungry. Lonely and dying on the boat.

I wonder, she thought. It’s dying anyway, and it’s feeling so bad here on the deck. And it’s so big. I wonder what it would feel like. She ran her hand down the side of the fish again. “And if Chad comes out while I’m with the fish, he can either help or just watch,” she said to herself and the fish. Odds were the fish didn’t understand, however.

Tina stood up and reached behind her back, grabbing the ties behind her. With a tug, her bikini pulled off and her breasts were suddenly gloriously free. The sun felt good on her breasts, felt good on their semen soaked skin. She hooked her thumbs in her microkini bottom and stepped out of it, the cloth hardly enough to cover a postage stamp. And now she was naked, as she enjoyed being so much.

“Okay Mr. Fish,” she said to the slowly gasping fish on the boat. “I want you to feel a little better before you die. I know you are hungry or you wouldn’t have tried eating the colored hook. So here’s what we’re going to do.” She knelt before the fish, vulva gaping between her legs. “I’m going to slide down your throat and into your tummy. You’ll have the pleasure of having a full tummy as you die. That’s better than dying so uncomfortably. After you’re dead, I’ll climb back out, don’t worry.” The fish lay on the deck, mouth opening and shutting slowly as it suffocated. It’s eyes stared without moving, slowly drying in the sunshine.

She looked at the fish face, wondering which way would be best to slide into the fish. Head first would give her the benefit of grabbing things with her arms so she could pull herself into the fish stomach if she had to. But if she went in feet first, she could easily grab things to slide back out when it was time. Well, what the heck. She made her way to the fish’s mouth, knelt down before it on her knees. She grabbed the fish’s jaws, one hand on the upper, one hand on the lower, and pulled. The fish’s mouth opened easily, like it was actually trying to help her. When the fish’s mouth was open as wide as it would go, open easily a foot and a half from top of upper lip to bottom of lower lip she bent down and pushed her arms into the fish mouth to the elbow.

“This might be tough,” she muttered. “My boobs are in the way.” She leaned forward until her breasts were in the fish mouth along with her arms to the elbow. “Well, you’re eating my boobs,” she laughed. “Now we just have to get the rest of me in there.” When she leaned her body back, her breasts rocked forward, up her chest, until the fish lip was at her forehead. “Oh, a little further,” she said. Her breasts were sliding backward, almost out of the fish mouth. She quickly pushed her head downward and shoved forward with her hips and with a wet SQUELCH her head slid past the upper jaw and now her upper body was in the fish mouth. Her entire upper body, down to her elbows, was in the mouth of the fish.

“Gotta get into the throat,” she muttered to herself. The inside of the fish was still cold and wet, the fish heart beating quickly deeper inside. The mouth of the fish was pressing on her body as it tried to breathe air instead of water, it’s gills trying to process oxygen in a totally foreign environment. She pushed her arms deeper into the fish and there was the tunnel at the back of the fish mouth. If she could just grab and pull, she could push with her feet and slide in. One arms forward deeper, the other following. Nothing to actually grab onto with her fingers, but she could still brace and push, like… this! She felt the slimy mouth and throat of the fish envelope her further as she slid deeper into the fish.

She could feel the sunshine shining on her bare buttocks as she pulled herself down the throat of the fish, feeding herself to the fish, entering the stomach of the fish. Her lean strong legs pushed at the slick deck of the boat. Her pert buttocks would part, her cute puckered anus flashing, her birth canal pushing open as she struggled to enter the fish.  If Chad could find her like this, he’d probably bury his mighty prong into either of her inviting holes and the thought made her happy and wet, lubing her up for penetration. But she didn’t feel his body on hers as she pulled herself deeper, her tight ass following the rest of her body into the fish.

Her hands had pushed through a tight sphincter up past her head, a twist coming up she’d have to work past. But there it was, the fish stomach. She could curl up in there for a while, maybe take a nap, as the poor fish died. At least it wouldn’t be hungry anymore. It’s die with a full tummy, and then she could slide her way back out. It made her feel like a humanitarian, really. She pulled and pushed, her arms sliding into the stomach of the fish.

It must have been a very hungry fish, she thought as she slid deeper into the body of the dying fish. She could feel her knees enter the fish mouth as she pulled herself in deeper. Soon she’d be entirely inside the fish, though not in it’s stomach yet. She could feel nothing inside the stomach of the fish. No bodies of other fish, no indigestible bits, nothing at all. Poor empty, hungry fish. Her head was against the fish stomach sphincter and she pushed until her arms and head were inside the fish’s stomach. Her body down to her knees were in the fish’s throat, her calves and feet in the fish’s mouth. Just keep pulling, she’d get in there…

She passed the tipping point and suddenly the swallowing motion of the fish pulled her into the fish. The stomach sphincter slid quickly down her waist and she curled her arms and upper body to make it more comfortable inside the stomach of the fish. She braced her feet on the lip of the fish and pushed. Her ass slid into the stomach of the fish, her legs in the throat. Almost all the way in… She curled her body up tight and tugged on her legs as she pulled, And then, just like that, the stomach sphincter slid down her legs and past her feet and POP. She was now curled up entirely within the stomach of the dying fish on the desk of the boat.

It was dark and wet and cold inside the stomach of the fish. The could feel and hear the quick heartbeat of the fish as it struggled to live, trying to breathe what was, to it, a total vacuum. She felt so sorry for the poor fish. At least now, with her inside the stomach of the fish, it wouldn’t feel so painfully hungry. True, she wasn’t going to actually be digested, turned into a thick nutrient paste, her body distributed around the body of the fish to keep it alive at her expense… But the fish would feel, at least, the pleasure of a full bulging tummy.

She pushed a hand up through the stomach sphincter to test continued air supply. It wouldn’t do to suffocate inside the stomach of the fish as it suffocated on the deck of the boat! That would be both silly and sad. And when her hand pushed through she was rewarded with a great puff of air. The fish wasn’t trying to send air into it’s stomach, but as it puffed and gulped, air made it down deep into the fish innards. Poor fish.

Curled into a fetal position inside the stomach of the fish, she was actually getting warmer. It was no longer so cold inside the stomach of the fish. It didn’t feel so bad to be swallowed whole by a fish! she thought and giggled. She sighed happily as the stomach sac contracted around her, tightly but not painfully so. She could still move, take her arms into any position she wanted, but it was obvious that the stomach was getting ready to digest her alive. Too bad the fish would have died long before it could even start to digest her. Poor fish.

She pushed her hand into the sphincter and filled the crevices and cracks around her with air. She was kind of tired. Maybe just a little nap inside the stomach of the fish, let it feel happy with a tummy full of naked woman, with a meal of nude female, with it’s stomach stuffed with living woman flesh. She’d crawl out after the poor fish had suffocated. She fell asleep, her hand caught in the sphincter and ensuring a constant stream of good fresh air.

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Chat yawned as he wandered onto the deck of his boat. The fish was still gasping for air though much weaker now. “Oh shit,” said Chad. “I forgot about the fish.” It didn’t matter how big the fish was- this was catch and release season. Even if he’d never seen such a big fat fish before in his life, he still had to let it go after he caught it.

“Tina,” he yelled, looking for his wife. The wind continued gusting around him, momentarily catching a scrap of red something on his shoe. He kicked it off and it blew away on the wind. “Fucking pollution is everywhere,” he muttered. “Bottles and plastic filling the water, plastic and fabric filling the air. Tina, you in the head?”

Oh hell. Nothing but silence. Had she fallen overboard? He never heard a yell and he was a light sleeper. “Tina!” he yelled, louder. He quickly searched the boat from the top to the bottom and nothing.

The fish was barely gasping now. “God damn it, can’t have two deaths on my head,” he said. He was coming to grips with the fact that Tina must have fallen overboard. And in seas like this, you were either rescued quickly, or you died quickly. He knelt and braced on the fish, then pushed the fat fish forward. He didn’t remember the fish being this fat when he caught it, or so heavy, but right now he wasn’t thinking clearly. It might have been painted green with flashing lights and he wouldn’t remember it clearly at the moment. He watched the fish sink slowly for a second. But then the fish gasped water a few more times, then, rejuvenated, quickly and powerfully swam away.

“My wife may have drowned while I slept,” he muttered, tears running down his cheeks. “But at least you can live.” He watched the waters of the sea for a while then walked heavily to the cabin. He had some radio calls to make. Even as his own heart was breaking, he still had to tell her parents that Tina had fallen overboard and drowned.

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Caught on a hook on the side of the ship, far from any visible points inside the craft, a red bikini top fluttered. The wind pulled at it for another hour or so before it was pulled off. It drifted away on a gust before being plucked from the air by a wave. Then, under water, it floated away.

“There Better Be Room In There Because I’m Coming In!”

 

Jenna pushed harder, feeling the lips of Marcy’s soft fragrant pussy slide up her arms. She knew that Marcy’s pussy wasn’t truly a soft flesh tunnel with no end- it would only feel that way. Marcy’s womb was not big enough to safely hold a truck- the rest of her body wouldn’t be able to stretch enough to hold it.  But as she felt Marcy’s pussy take her arms in up to the elbow, all these thoughts were simply moot. That Marcy would take a fully grown woman, larger than she was, up her cunt and hold her there in her uterus, was simply amazing.

“I know what you’re thinking,” whispered Marcy as Jenna watched Marcy’s pussy gape wide as she shoved harder, her arms almost up to the shoulder inside Marcy’s birth canal. Her beautiful pink cunt gaped open almost a foot and a half wide now, moist and warm. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating, and Jenna’s own cunt was wet. “How can I take a full grown woman into my cunt? How?” She smiled as Jenna continued pushing, her head inside the wet pink tunnel leading deep into her body.

Jenna’s arms were deep inside Marcy, her hands held together and tightly clasped by the inner tunnel of Marcy’s cunt. Her head was between her upper arms, and Marcy’s soft inner and outer pussy lips clasped her upper body tightly just below the shoulders. She could feel the little button of Marcy’s clit rubbing down her back as she slid into Marcy’s pussy. She almost didn’t need to  push- she could feel Marcy’s cunt pulling at her, sucking in her body, swallowing her. She smiled inside Marcy’s cunt at the comforting thought of being swallowed by Marcy’s hungry cunt.

Marcy was busy massaging her stretched vaginal opening, easing Jenna’s passage into her. She spent a lot of time on her clit because the whole thing felt so good, so good. It wasn’t like being fucked, not at all. Pulling Jenna into her body vaginally was a new kind of sexual pleasure. She gasped as Jenna’s breasts eased into the moist tunnel of her birth canal. Jenna’s arms, technically, should have been stretched up past her head, and yet nothing of the sort was happening. Jenna was not easing past her bowel, was not invading her chest. Her body was not crushing her lungs, destroying her heart, pushing up her throat and out of her mouth in a bloody spray. Nothing of the sort. Instead, she was simply being eased gently up and through Marcy’s vagina, soon to be cradled in the soft sac of her uterus.

Watching Jenna slide into her vulva was an awe inspiring thing. Marcy’s legs were lifted as if she were sitting in a chair, legs spread at a 45 degree angle, her sex hole stretched wide enough to encircle the belly of Jenna. Jenna’s own cunt was approaching , and the thought of her cunt swallowing Jenna’s cunt brought another wave of pleasure through her- orgasm was close. She continued pleasing her clit, running her fingers around the flesh of her sex mouth. Rhythmic muscle ripples kept Jenna sliding through her vulva, up her vagina, and closer to her cervix.

Marcy knew that she would take Jenna’s own almost six foot frame up her wet cunt before Jenna’s hands slid through her cervix and began the trip into her womb. And yet, Marcy would be able to stand and look at herself in the mirror and her body would be basically unchanged- her pussy lips would be red, swollen, abused, yes. Her belly might bulge a trifle, but not a lot. No one would know, by looking, that Marcy had swallowed a full grown woman with her cunt.

As Marcy’s pussy lips stretched even wider, taking Jenna’s pelvis and hips into her, she began to tease and please Jenna’s cunt. It was only fair, after all. If she was going to take Jenna’s cunt into her cunt, she might as well make it a happy cunt. And by the way  Jenna’s hips and legs began to tremble and shake as Marcy played her lips, clit, and wet hole like a prized instrument, Jenna’s cunt was a very happy cunt indeed.

As her red, swollen inner and outer lips began sliding down Jenna’s thighs, taking the taller woman deep into her  vagina, Marcy began to feel somewhat sad. Sure, swallowing a woman with her pussy was a thing wonderful in itself, but once it was done it was… over. She would never feel Jenna slide through her cervix and into her uterus. She would never feel Jenna curl into a comfortable fetal position within the warm, wet sac of her uterus. Most of the good feelings were almost over- there was no real feeling a few inches past the opening of the vagina… well, in her case right now, thought Marcy, a few FEET past the opening of her vagina. Certainly, the feeling of stretched vaginal fullness would linger for a time and that was a wonderful feeling in itself.

She watched her outer lips slide down Jenna’s feet, until just Jenna’s toes wiggled, then with a gentle SLURP and a POP, Jenna was gone. Her five foot 10 inch frame sucked bodily up Marcy’s hungry cunt. She played with her abused sexual parts for another moment, rewarded with her fifteenth orgasm since she’d began swallowing Jenna with her cunt. Then she lay back on the sofa, very tired. Let Jenna slide up my vagina, she thought sleepily. Let her pass through my cervix, and let my uterus take her in. I am happy, I am sleepy.

Goodnight.

Might As Well Post What I Have

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Sally was swimming and now she was confused and frightened. The moon had been full and the sky was cloudless as she swam, then suddenly CLOP- A loud sound that hurt her eardrums and everything went dark. Most of the air went away too- trying to breathe was hit or miss in the darkness- either water or air and she was choking. The lake seemed to be gone as well- She could feel, all around her, a soft and squishy surface, like she’d been trapped inside a beachball. What on Earth…  It didn’t help that up and down seemed to keep moving, as well as left and right, like she was being randomly turned in all directions.

It was then Sally gasped and choked anew on a gasp of water. Oh shit, she knew what had happened. Darren had warned her. Told her not to go swimming. ‘Cause if she did-

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“Tits, a fucking fish is gonna swallow you right up,” he said, sitting on a log on the other side of the campfire. “Tits like you got, babe, you’re primo fish food. And I didn’t bring my rod with me, I couldn’t catch you back if it did eat you.” He swigged his beer, seemed to think a moment. “Next month, I can bring my rod, maybe we can go fishing, try that out. Save me money on bait.”

“Darren,” she said, laughing. She’d been drinking too and was on her third beer by this time. Marcia was making out with her boyfriend, Ben, and Jennie was busy fucking her boyfriend, Tommy, in the tent. She kept howling like a wolf as Tommy nailed her hard. The night was warm, the breeze soft, and Sally’d taken off her bikini top. Darren was right about one thing, anyway, she did have very nice tits. They were large enough to rest on her lap as she sat, her hard nipples poking out past her kneecaps. She kept their over-inflated beach-ball size boobs from sliding off her legs to either side by holding her hands under each knee- her upper arms kept each soft globe of feminine flesh in beautiful place. When standing, they sagged of course, but surprisingly, not much. The sides of her breasts were clearly visible from behind her, soft and round, hanging down around her soft flat tummy.

Darren lifted his beer can, drained the contents in a series of long swallows. “Man,” he said. “With Ben snogging right here and Tommy fucking that cunt in the tent, and you with your tits out like that, I am getting so fucking horny.” He tossed his can into the bushes and stood, walking to the cooler. He grabbed a sixpack then walked back to his seat, stopping and dropping his swim trunks before sitting back in his chair, nude. He slapped a hand on his thigh, looking at Sally. “Come on, tits, gimme a blow job. You suck cock like you were born with a cock in your mouth.”

Sally blushed at the compliment. Darren was a sweet guy, and he did have a very nice cock. It certainly wasn’t the longest she’d ever had in her mouth, in fact was a little on the short side, only seven inches from his balls to the tip of the head when hard. But it was wonderfully thick. Two and a half inches thick from side to side, two inches thick from his balls to his belly. It filled her up so good during sex, and would just fit down her throat, if he pushed hard with his hips, when she lay on her back with her head back and mouth wide. During more vanilla blowjobs, like this one would likely be, she’d be lucky to swallow even five inches into her mouth and throat. That was good enough though. She could still perform magic with her tongue, lips, and back of her mouth. When Darren came, he would squirt half a cup of his thick hot cum into her mouth or throat- his balls were each the size of a large plum and were rich and ripe with delicious sperm and semen.

“Come on, tits,” he said, opening his legs, his hard penis standing tall and throbbing in time to his heartbeat. “On your knees over here. It’s not gonna suck itself.”

“I’m on my way,” said Sally with a smile. She stood, breasts pulling at her low back. Darren always knew what to say to make her feel good inside. She was a lucky woman to have such a good man. She finished her own beer and set the can down next to her chair.

“Take your bikini bottom off too. I wanna see your pussy,” said Darren, stroking his penis as he watched her naked breasts. “Fuck, you got a nice body. I’m a lucky guy you’re my cunt,” said Darren, stroking his cock harder as the nude Sally walked toward him, her breasts wobbling and jiggling. His cock was wet with his own sexual fluids now, the shaft glistening in the firelight. “God damn, your tits are amazing, and that soft pussy of yours, God, I love your ass, want to fuck that ass…” He let go of his penis then, the shaft jerking and throbbing, the head leaking lubrication and pre-cum liberally. The hard seven inch long penis was thoroughly soaked, his balls dripping with his own sexual lubrication, his thighs wet and his hand soaked in pre-cum. “Gotta watch it,” he gasped, hands clenching his thighs. “Want to cum down your throat and I’m gonna cum right now if I touch myself again.”

Sally felt a warm glow of pleasure as she knelt between his knees, resting her breasts on the cool sand as she lowered his face to his glistening, quivering cock. Other women she knew had boyfriends that never took them anywhere, or gave them gifts, or even talked to them much. Darren was a true sweetheart, letting her know how much he appreciated her. She rubbed her cheek against the hard shaft of Darren’s cock, the smell of his wet sex better than any perfume. The smell and taste of his semen never failed to get her wet, never failed to rev up her own sexual system. If all she had she was his cum on her tongue and her own hand on her pussy she could have orgasms for days it was that wonderful. She licked his balls, trying to get each one of them into her mouth and failing, they were so big and ripe and wonderful and filled with delicious cum. Darren’s hands ran through her long blonde hair on each side of her head, finally resting his palms on her temples, his fingers on the top and side of her head.

She licked the slit at the end of his cock, wiggling the tip of her tongue gently into the hole, savoring the flavor of the thick juices that ran out of his cock. Darren’s cock produced some of the most wonderful flavors and fluids she had ever known. She even liked it when he peed a little, losing control as he came, the taste of his urine as delicious as the taste of his cum.

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I’ve been so frulking busy I haven’t had a lot of time to write. This is what I have though. Hope it’s okay. I know, I know- it’s all sex sex and not VORE sex. Bear with me 🙂

Something Like This

This is kinda how busty most of my female characters are 🙂 Except my characters are just a little more top-heavy than this…

Now that’s nice…

Taken at face value- each one seems to be about 4 times larger than her head- instead of reality (she’s lying down), makes it even more awesome 🙂

I have most of my new story done. So far it’s 99% pornography, 1% woman being swallowed whole and alive. That okay?