I Am Such A Clumsy Fucking Cunt

You all know what a tablet PC is. Those tiny computers as big as a sheet of paper. Well, I bought one a year and some ago. Had it two weeks and broke it.

Then this year I bought another one for Christmas. Dropped it in the toilet (RE: clumsy fucking cunt, et al), destroyed it. Used my extended warranty and replaced it.

Dropped it and broke it a week later.  Used my extended warranty and replaced it.

I was at the doctors with Rudy the other day and DROPPED IT. WHAMMO! Broken. That’s #3 since Christmas this year. ONLY A MONTH AGO.

Waiting until payday until I can replace it with the extended warranty. Rudy is going to staple, sew, and glue it to my hand so I can’t drop this one.

Oh, but I bet Wonder Cunt can figure out a way to destroy it.

I Am Having The Devils Time With This Story!

I love my modern Roman setting. LOVE it. I’m trying to write a 2nd story there. Based on the ending of the 1st story- where they had to build a 2nd building to house all the serpents that were recommended they get- from 60 to 240! So they build the Serpens Imbres, a building that ONLY houses 140 serpents (The Proeliis building has increased it’s serpents from 60 to 100) and has 35 sets of double shower heads down a long hall. If you haven’t done the translation, the shoddy Latin translation for Serpens Proeliis is ‘Serpent Battles’ while Serpens Imbres is ‘Serpent Showers’.

I can’t get anywhere no matter how hard I try! Sure, I talk about the 75 women a day that sign up for and fight in the arena in sacred combat between woman and serpent, and how the serpents swallow whole and digest alive all 75 women daily. I talk about how, on average, only 6 percent of the women that shower daily at the Proeliis and Imbres are swallowed whole and digested alive as they shower (6 percent of 1200 showering women daily is only 75 women). I mentioned how only once did the serpents swallow whole and digest alive all 1200 women during a very hungry day, and how for months afterward five times as many women signed up daily to shower there as they had previously.

And I am stuck. Can’t get an actual story to fit this framework and it makes me so mad. I WANT to write more about Modern Rome but so far, 10 story attempts later have had no luck.

Sigh.

The Inevitable Decline Into Loss, Pain, Madness, And Death.

I know I harp on this and it gets old. From my sexual abuse as a child, my alcoholism and the horrible things I did while a drunkard. My being beaten by an ex-boyfriend whom I thought I would marry. The breakup of my one and only lesbian relationship. My back injury, my hysterectomy, my fibromyalgia. Watching my husband grow sicker and sicker, closer to death, after only 10 years of marriage. My too-shaky a grasp on sanity after all this and the horrible depression through which I suffer.

I had a long discussion this evening with my 16 year old about how he feels watching his father slowly die. How he feels like it isn’t worth it. How nothing has a point, there is no meaning. How he wishes his father would hurry up and die instead of lingering and suffering and how that makes him feel like a terrible terrible person.

I am not the only one suffering as I watch my husband die. I don’t know how to help my 16 year old step-son and it’s painful to watch his journey as he watches his father slowly change from a strong vibrant man into a dying person who gets winded walking from the sofa to the bathroom.

Anne

“That Betty Lou Is Such A Bitch,” Said Sandy

as she leaned into the mirror and checked her eye-liner.

“I saw her being eaten by a snake this morning, headfirst, and not ONLY was she wearing that Vettron dress she swore she didn’t have but the tramp wasn’t even wearing any underwear. She’s been waxing this whole time- Brazilian.” Sandy leaned back up and sighed. “She did have a nice looking pussy though. I watched it go into the snake’s mouth. She was masturbating as the snake swallowed her.”

Tammy closed her eyes as she listened to Sandy talk. Betty Lou had been bad mouthing women who let themselves be swallowed by snakes and here it was because she was planning on being swallowed herself. Typical Betty Lou. Well, at least now they wouldn’t have to deal with her any more. Being swallowed whole and digested alive wasn’t something you just did on a weekend and then came back to work on Monday.

“Now I wish I’d taken Betty Lou up on her offer,” said Sandy sadly. “She invited me to come to her house last night and suck on and lick her pussy. I’ve wanted my mouth on those tits for a long time too. I should have taken her up on her offer, but I had Mary, from Accounting, over last night and I fucked her instead.” She leaned closer to Tammy. “Her pussy tastes like strawberries and fine wine. God, I ate that cunt for hours. Sniff my face,” she said, and breathed on Tammy as she did so.

“I didn’t wash that pussy off from last night and you should still smell her pussy on my breath. I had my tongue so far up her birth canal I was licking her cervix.” Sandy’s facial skin did have a faint smell of aroused vagina still on it and the scent was intoxicating. Tammy made a mental note to have sex with Mary as soon as possible. While Tammy did count herself as basically heterosexual, it had been over ten years since she had even touched the clothes a man had been wearing while she’d had sex with over four thousand completely seperate women during that same time. She’d had her face in so much cunt it was amazing she didn’t live in one.

“Well, have you decided or do I need to keep the tits out much longer?” asked Sandy, turning toward Tammy. She’d unbuttoned her blouse in the restroom because Tammy had asked her too, to help her decide whether or not she wanted to have sex with Sandy. Sandy’s breasts were large and full, soft globes larger than her head but firm and topped with ruby red cherry nipples. They jiggled and bounced with every movement, enticing and beautiful and soft and warm. They were both sexy and innocent, brazen and yet timid.

“Let’s fuck,” said Tammy and half a second later Sandy’s skirt had hit the floor.

“God damn, I couldn’t wait a second longer,” said Sandy. “I’m so horny I could fuck a Mack truck, take all thirty six feet and still have room for more.”

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Anne

Hi Again. I Am Not Dead.

I’ve had a lot on my plate. Rudy is back in the hospital… looks like he wasn’t ‘not-sick’ the last time he was discharged, so he’s been harboring a lung infection for some time now. Sigh. He’s allergic to ANOTHER antibiotic now though. I dunno WHAT we are going to do when he’s allergic to ALL the antibiotics. Sigh.

Well so anyway. I am actually working on several stories. Amazing, eh? Anyway, one is a sequel to my digital Rome story. *I* really liked that story. Many orgasms 🙂

See you all soon. Sorry I haven’t been around ANYwhere. Want to be on the chats, haven’t been able to. Sorry 😦