The Male Penis Revisited.

I am very horny. I want you, yes, you, to take that cock you have there and out it in me. No, not in my mouth. Well, I mean, of course it’ll go in my mouth just not right now. Lower. There’s a lower hole. EEK! Not THAT hole either! That hole has never taken a cock! Well, not on the first date and you better tell me you love me first. No, put that cock right HERE.

No, really, I’m not joking. I know, a cunt can look weird if you’ve never seen one before. Trust me, cock looked really weird the very first time I sucked one. But after you’ve had- well, I can’t count numbers. I estimate each cock I’ve had in me has been 8″ to 9″ inches, and over the years I figure I’ve had about three hundred miles of cock in me. Not counting the repeat cocks. Anyway. What was I saying? Oh yeah!

Now just put the head right… Oooh, you’ve got it. Slides right in, doesn’t it? Yeah, feels incredible to me too! There are no words- you have to hope the woman you’re talking to has been fucked before, so she’ll understand when you say, “It’s like- 6″ of cock in you on  a cold morning and you don’t want to get up.”

Now, make sure you’re riding me up high- we need to be able to rock when you thrust, keep the base of your wonderful, wonderful cock grinding against my clitoris. If you lean up, no, stay in, just lean up, there you see? That’s my clit. It’s like a female cock, though we tend to say your penis is like a male clitoris.  Just make sure there’s a lot of clitoral contact while you fuck me with that rocking motion.

Oh jesus, oh fuck, just- just fuck me, fuck me harder. Harder- I want to feel your cock in my throat! God, oh god- yes, just- oh fuck, fuck me- fuck- FUCK- oh fuck me jesus, fuck me jesus, just fuck me Fuck Me oh JESUS FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK FUUUUUUUUUck-

…meeeeee oh god yes, oh god yes thank you oh thank you no don’t pull out leave it in me just lay on me for a while I like the feel of your skin and you smell really nice no, you do really yes even when covered in sex sweat you silly goose mmm kiss me please that’s nice mmmmm no just leave it in it’s okay if it’s soft it’ll stay for a while, just hold me and breathe…

Almost Done! Diamond & Denfall, Part Almost Done :)

All done but the shouting! But I thought I’d get this out there for all my friends 🙂 Enjoy, I hope!

 

Anne

 

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Jet Diamond closed his eyes and hissed quietly in irritation. Every time he got close to the ‘zone’ there was another interruption and BANG back to real life. It was hard to concentrate as it was, he was so hungry. Terrified to eat anyone, Diamond was slowly wasting away, his skin getting looser on his body.

The knock on the door came again, louder, and Jet hissed louder, shaking his head. This action flipped his glasses on their hinge and the lenses fall over his eyes. “Come in,” he yelled. Dammit, he didn’t have any appointments today. Or this week. Or at all, anywhere, any more. His reputation ruined, his career in shambles; each day his only pleasure in life was another day past in which he didn’t go to jail.

It was impossible to live this way.

The cheap particle board door swung slowly open and the bright light in the hall dazzled Jet’s eyes enough he couldn’t see who his visitor or visitors were. “Come in,” he repeated. As a reptilian being, serpent in particular, Jet’s eyes were only adequate at best. His real organ of detection was his sensitive tongue. He kept it flickering in the direction of the doorway as his guests, plural, entered. His tongue detected the smell and taste of a man, Hightower, and another person. No, not a person- a woman. Food. The taste was delicious and familiar. And she drew closer and Jet could see from the absolutely immense flash globes on her chest it was- Dr. Denfall. Here to torment him further? But why was Hightower with her then?

“Dr. Hightower, Dr. Denfall,” he said as they stood before his desk. “Please, take a seat the two of you.” He ducked his snout toward 2 plush chairs behind them. He had been told by many human beings that they were very comfortable. He’d only eaten half of those people afterward; the food ones. The women.

Dr. Denfall kept her stance in front of the desk while Dr. Hightower awkwardly pulled on his pant legs and waistband before sitting, tugging and tucking his shirt afterward. Dr. Denfall kept her arms at her side, one hand holding a manila folder, the only clothing on her body being her glasses. Her nipples were hard, scrunched tight in obvious sexual excitement. Her vulva was flushed red, eager for penetration; Dr. Denfall was one of the very few women of the world who, when sexually excited, became so wet her vaginal fluids would run in rivulets down her inner legs- and right now she had the beginnings of a puddle going.

“Dr. Diamond, I have something I have to say and I am ashamed, embarrassed, and so very sorry I have to do this. I am so very sorry for my poor behavior. I let my grief over the loss of my friend confuse me; I forgot that as women we are food first, people second. I believe this is part of the reason so many other species of the world have turned to eating women, turned to swallowing them whole and digesting them alive. It’s because even as we remember that we are food, so is the rest of the world remembering. It’s not a plague or some terrible change, simply food being eaten because it is food.

“Please,” said Dr. Denfall as she set the folder on Diamonds desk, opening it and setting the papers on the desk to Diamond could read them all easily. “These are all letters, witnessed by Dr. Hightower and notarized. I have written the police, my lawyers, all the local institutions I have used and apologized to each of them for wasting their time. I retract all claims and charges. These,” she said as she set out new letters for him to look at, “are letters to every journal or magazine that I have ever written, and those I have not, retracting every statement I have ever made and apologizing for my actions. This is the very least I can do to show my regret over my actions.

“I am also telling you this. Dr. Diamond, please, I mean this sincerely. Swallow me whole, digest me alive. I am not only food for you, I am food that is so very sorry for every horrible thing she has ever done. I am food, Dr. Diamond. I am a woman. I am food. Women were put on this earth to be eaten by snakes. And snakes were put on this earth to eat women. Please, Dr. Diamond. Eat me.”

Dr. Denfall took off her glasses and lay on the floor on her back. Arms beside her, gigantic firm breasts rolling to either side of her rib cage and still those huge tits met at her middle. They towered over her face. Denfall knew when she lay on her back like this that, from above, she looked like the legs of a woman below, and just two gigantic tits on top.

Jet Diamond looked down at the nude woman on his floor, her eyes closed and her hands at work in her crotch. He looked at Hightower who simply waved a hand down at the nude woman, saying “Bon’ appetit’,” as he did so. Oh, where to start, where to start. Jet loved swallowing women whole either way, head first or feet first. He’d swallowed a few women ass first, their bodies bent at the middle and ankles around their necks. One woman he’d swallowed hands and feet first in this position, stopping when just her ass and wet gaping cunt were barely unswallowed. He’d allowed a friend and fellow human scientist to fuck the woman’s cunt in his mouth for a few days, finally swallowing her down when she was so full of semen she overflowed, hitting the two gallon mark.

In the end he decided to start at her feet. That allowed her to come to him wet cunt first and that meant his tongue had a nice place to visit for a while. Tasty, tight, and warm.

He slipped her feet into his mouth and he smiled as she gasped a little. He swallowed slowly, savoring the feet of her warm, silky soft legs slid slowly into his mouth and down his throat. His lips stretched tighter as he swallowed her deeper into him. Her legs were getting thicker as he brought her hips closer. Her feet inched slowly deeper into him, slow swallow by slow swallow. Her knees entered his mouth, tip of his snout over both, and yet the sides of his mouth were still down at mid calf. Both of her hands were still busy, one hand working her clit and the other hand piercing her tight wet hole with the fingers and thumb of her other hand. She stiffened again as another orgasm rolled through her. Her legs were still bent at hip and knee though she would have to straighten out very soon as he swallowed her deeper.

When her hips slid into his mouth and her delicious smelling and wonderfully tasting cunt and ass grew closer, Jet’s tongue pushed her fingers aside and he took over. His tongue was magic, his technique flawless. His forked tongue teased and tortured her erect, throbbing clitoris driving into multiple orgasm after multiple orgasm with little chance to breathe between them. He entered her birth canal with his tongue, grinding her G spot and pushing at her vaginal walls. She came again from the vaginal penetration and manipulation, then again as his tongue merely flicked her clit and drove her into instant clitoral orgasm. At last, limp and insensate in his mouth, she could only lay and pant.

He swallowed her inch by inch until his snout was between her gigantic tits, nose at the base of her throat and his lower jaw on her neck. Her arms pushed upward like a diver, and her tits rolled over and covered her face. She knew that she looked like the snake was swallowing two gigantic pillow tits and not a woman but that was ok. As long as she was swallowed whole and digested alive like the food she knew she was it was all going to be A-OK.

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Next time- DONE!

 

Anne

Man! Alive Again!

About 3 weeks ago my desktop died, boot.mgr missing error in windows. Yay, Trying to fix. Anyways, about 2 weeks ago my LAPTOP died! ARGH! Down to using just a tablet since and unlike a lot of people I am not great at using them. Very isolated since I was limited to just Real Life. Weird feeling, too. Meatspace only = limited, confined, trapped feeling. Meatspace+cyberspace = relaxed, more open feeling.

With some of my some of my smokable meds I been feeling that special place atween my thighs waking up, thinking of dancing 🙂  So soon, my friends, I can tell you that stories WILL be coming SOON!

Woo woo 🙂

Anne

The Love Of My Life, The Only Man I Have Ever Truly Loved

passed away on Tuesday night. The docs had given him near 6 months to live but it took about 9 days total.

I got nowhere near the time with my Willem, my Rudy, that I wanted and needed. Right now I am not dealing with his death to deal with his death. How am I not dealing with his death?

I am numb.

How am I getting numb enough to not deal with my husband’s death? How am I getting numb enough that the death of my husband does not kill me too?

I think you know.

Mike’s Hard Lemonade (in it’s various flavors) is an amazing alcoholic drink. 4% alcohol. 12 oz can or bottle slammed in 45 seconds or less takes effect VERY quickly. Periodically, I have excused myself from where everyone is because I am starting to feel and I can’t have THAT, gone to my bedroom, slammed a Mike’s and headed back.

No one has said anything, no one has hinted anything, so I believe that so far no one but me knows. And people would ask me- Robbie is here and he caught me the last time I was drinking by the physical evidence I left behind (I leave NO evidence anymore- very sneaky bitch) and he hates it if I drink; Rudy’s parents are here and while the mom likes me the dad HATES me- either of them would say something because neither of them drink and they know that I can’t drink because of my alcoholism; my sister-in-law and husband live across the street with my kids and THEY would say something, as well as my two youngest if they knew.

No one has said a thing.

I had to drink a 6 pack of Mike’s during the entire day today- one in the morning, one around brunch, one around lunch, in the afternoon, late evening, one after dinner. I am continuing to drink as the night rolls. I have been drinking since… Monday or Tuesday night.

This alcohol leaves no hangover, doesn’t taste horrible, doesn’t make me act the way I do on all the other alcohols.

Mike’s is VERY DANGEROUS because of this.

I dunno when I can post again because I feel like I am dying inside. I’ll post when I am drunk enough to not feel anything.

I Wish

I had more time and had a better outlook on things. So far I have been spending 20 out of 24 hours of each day taking care of my dying husband.

Before we got married, he told me that he might need a valve replacement at some point in the future but it would be nothing to worry about.

Just after the birth of Josh, our youngest, his heart went and the rest of his systems quickly fell apart as well. He had 2 heart valves replaced and we learned his heart is just  a mass of scar tissue.

That was 2004. In 2006 they told him he would be lucky to live 5 years but Willem has always been a fighter. Enough shit has gone down between 2004 and 2014 that it would have killed twenty five other men. In a row.

But like he has told me in his weak moments that shame him so much, it’s just too hard to fight any more.

And so my Willem, the only man I have ever truly loved, is going away to leave me alone for the rest of my life.

Until that time however, I have to make sure he is comfortable, takes his meds when comfortable, give him an IV injection complete with computerized pump, give him pain meds to keep him comfortable, check and clean his catheter, set him on the commode when he feels the urge to “go”, feed him, keep his hospital bed sheets clean and comfortable, and then at the end of the day, try to going to our big empty bed and sleep for an hour or two before I get up and start it all again.

Amazingly, I have been working on vore stories in my head lately during all this 🙂  My pussy is pretty much dead right now, pleasure wise, but my clitoris has been asking for some attention lately and I can’t let the poor dear suffer 😉  I’ll have something for y’all pretty soon, dunno if it’s anything that y’all are expecting however.

Well, other than some poor chick sliding through a gaping serpent maw, then down a slick serpent throat until she is tucked tight in a hot, wet, serpent stomach to be digested alive…

Oooh, I feel a tingle! 😉

Anne

On Friday (It’s Thursday Night)

I am going to go and pick up my husband from the hospital. He is coming home!

Yay!

On hospice.

Ya- oh. Uh. Oh God.

Hospice, for those of you who don’t know, is medical care for those who are going to die in less than the next 6 months. They will provide care to make to make the victi- patient as comfortable as possible in the home so they may die comfortably, with family, at home.

I am bringing my husband home to die.

So the blog, and my stories, and me, will continue as sorta is for months and hopefully months. When the time comes, we shall see what happens next.

Jus’ keepin’ y’all filled in!

Anne

The Spiral Is Whirling Quickly Now

Rudy got out of the hospital last week. On a late Friday night. Took forever to get out as the residents at the hospital kept giving conflicting discharge orders and the nurses (one of which could barely speak English- she was Asian, probably Japanese as her name was Hiroko) had to keep running back and forth to get things figured out. Later that night we had to ignore one of the orders as it was to stop taking his potassium supplement (!) and he started feeling low potassium symptoms within hours. Sigh.

Ennyways, on Sunday afternoon we headed to a hotel so that on Monday morning Rudy could start heading to his appointments at one of the hospitals in Seattle. To see about the possibility of getting into the waiting list for heart/lung transplants. None of us figured he had much of a chance, but any chance is better than no chance.

Any hope is better than no hope.

Robbie and Rudy and I stayed the night in a hotel. It was very nice and very low cost, thank Glob. (Bloody keyboard is acting up, sorta- not registering some key strokes. Sigh.) Rudy didn’t sleep much as it was a flat bed (we have an adjustable bed at home and the head of the bed is always up at least 15 degrees) and while we brought a bunch of pillows, it’s not the same as the actual head of the bed being up.

Next morning we headed in with Rudy in his wheelchair and Robbie pushing it. Robbie turned 18 last month which is good and bad- bad as when (if!) he graduates high school we stop getting disability supplement for him which means we get $600 LESS each month from that point. *POOF* goes the house as we no longer will be able to make the house payments…

Ennyways. When Rudy was discharged, his legs were very thick, very filled with fluid. Can’t remember the word I am looking for, grrrr my aging brain. By the time we were going to his appointments on Monday morning, his feet had become great fleshy meat pumpkins and his legs were shiny the skin was so stretched. So after a few hours of seeing docs, guess what happened next?

Sigh. My husband, the only man I have ever loved in my entire life, the love of my life, was admitted to the hospital. So far away from our home- I haven’t been able to see him since Tuesday when I had to leave to come home and take care of the house and our dogs and our cats (sadly, the hamster died a month or two ago- little bastards tend to do that).

I fear his death spiral is whirling quickly now, the whirlpool of his life spinning and whirring and at the bottom the black hole where it all leads. I am terrified he may never come home or if he does, he’ll come back on hospice and die at home instead.

If he does die soon, or if he comes home on hospice and dies here, be prepared. I will keep everyone filled in on what is happening, kinda like I always do 🙂 and if he does go, I will alert you all because when he does finally go whether it is in days or months or years (Glob help me, give me years!)…

This blog will go black for I don’t know how long. I know I’m going to have my relatives and in-laws and parents and all put me on family suicide watch- I don’t want to die and I have my kids to think of but who knows what people do in the throes of grief.

I will do my damnedest to come back when I can, when I go black after my husband dies. Just preparing you all and myself for this because I am so scared that the end is close.

Anne

Cold As Ice Beneath Her Fingertips,

candlelight glinting off the heavy metal frame. His face is young, the photograph under glass now ten years old. Pain in her chest; aching, missing him. Her fingers leave wet trails, sliding through tears she hadn’t realized were falling. Forever frozen with his half smile, his hair is too long and his mustache shaggy enough for two men. As if some minor political celebrity, he had signed his photograph for her; ‘Zathras’ in metallic silver ink, his self-aware nickname for the pompous sounding ‘Zoticus Acacian Thrasias’ given him by his parents.

She stands in cold and dark, lit only by the single candle on the table behind her. Her telephone is still on the carpet where she dropped it earlier, hours before. His parents, bearers of the bad news. An automobile accident; blaring horn of a lorry with a blown tyre sliding into the ancient Nubi. Zathras was taken instantly,  a line of rail punching through his chest and spearing his heart- brought down like the warrior he would have been three centuries prior. The Nubian driver lingered in pain, a slow bleed in his abdomen reducing him to childlish tears as his life drained away, trapped in the wreck of his cherished car. The driver of the lorry unhurt as fate so often decrees, yet the most guilty of the three for it was his neglect that brought this about; his tyres uninspected the entire last year.

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A Modern Roman Empire story. Yes, Zathras, I know I have been writing like the Days of Old in my stories of late- but that has been through sheer laziness. I’ve been working on the voice of the stories, trying it on this tale here. This is just the beginning, I’ll try and show y’all when it’s done. The life of a woman is ephemeral but bright, a lifetime of living in two decades or less. A man however, his life stolid and slow, is the bedrock that holds Rome together.

Anne

Well, Isn’t THAT Amusing

I went to my Gmail account, and I couldn’t get in. My password was not what I remembered it to be. Irritating. So I told it to reset my password, and it sent the info to my alternate addy at yahoo.

…And when I went to sign in at Yahoo, that password didn’t work either. I tried reseting that password as well, but the alternate for my Yahoo is my Gmail, so… 🙂

I went to answer the Secret Question. And I was told I needed to try again tomorrow after 9:01 P.M., PST. Because the Secret Question has been locked.

Because they believe people who are not me

Have been using

MY EMAIL.

Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

I’m rather livid and worried and scared right now, so…

 

No- No One Has Anything To Say About The Story?

Am I the only one that actually liked it? Did all y’all hate my Cairo excerpt of my latest story in progress? The possibility of that has absolutely chilled me to my core. I would hate to think that I am the only one that likes my current setting.

Well, here’s the next 2 paragraphs I have already done today, but I’m going to have to wait and see before I can write any more. Right now I am wrapped in a suffocating blanket of total depression.

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Until the sated serpents awoke and slithered away to digest the women in their bellies back in their enclosures among the naked, showering, defenseless women back in the Imbres, the next woman to enter the Arena to engage her serpent in sacred combat would have to pick her way around and over the fat gurgling stomachs of the thick-bodied thirty-plus foot long serpents draped around the Arena. If the battles had been going on for some time before she was to face off against her serpent, there might be fifty or sixty lightly snoring serpents spread out across the sand of the Arena, sunning their fat, gurgling, lightly writhing bellies. Then she too would stand, naked in the sun and surrounded by woman swallowing serpents with swollen bellies filled with swallowed women being digested alive, gigantic naked breasts lightly wobbling on her chest as she waited for her hungry woman swallowing serpent to arrive for sacred combat. She too would stare into the coal black eyes of the hungry, woman swallowing serpent that was her opponent until the time for combat began. She too would stand, legs apart and cunt getting wetter, until it was time and she strode forward and into the waiting coils of the serpent.

Anippe opened her eyes, sitting on the warm blue tiled floor of the Cairo Serpens Imbres, water splashing her, legs splayed out and hand on her cunt. Her orgasm had been intense, to the point she felt she must have blacked out for a time- The rock serpent that had been just swallowing the ass of the woman it had begun swallowing whole and alive when she began masturbating, now had it’s scaly lips almost down to the swallowed woman’s ankles, her huge-breasted body bulging out the body of the serpent swallowing her. It had had a terrible time swallowing her gigantic tits, each huge flesh pillow many times the size of her head. But the hungry monster hadn’t given up and had just kept swallowing the woman deeper down it’s throat until her hard nipples had vanished down it’s throat as well.

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God, I hope I’m not the only one (barring Falsdoon, bless yer heart) that likes this setting.