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…

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

She Was Such A Catch

it became a perfect storm of consumption. She had stumbled half off the side of the boat, and her clothing had been torn from her body as it caught on a blunt hook on a side cabin. Naked and trying not to fall, and the alligator below lunged from the water, jaws wide and throat gaping. The serpent from the tree had flung itself womanward, it’s own jaws wide, throat a deep black tunnel leading deep into it’s body. A long vine had detached itself and was wending it’s own way toward the gasping woman.

She could see all the wide open mouths aimed at her, the slavering jaws and the eager throats, the bellies waiting to digest her alive. She’d had to live with it her whole life. The moment she’d hit puberty, every animal in the world decided it had to have her in it’s stomach. She’d spent the last five years being extracted from inside of dogs; pulled out of horses; dragged from inside of serpents. She’d literally spent more time inside of stomachs than out the last six months- luckily her friends had always been there for her. But now- well, no matter how quickly her friends moved, this promised to be the worst yet.

As she tumbled from the boat, she could see what was going to happen, and it did happen, exactly as she had imagined it. As she fell head first down the throat of the gator, she could feel herself being hugged by it’s throat all down her tight young body, all but her feet. But, by the jerk she felt, and could tell that was when the snake had fallen over the gator, swallowing it head first. The next jerk was the snake being swallowed up by the vine. The thought the next jerk was the vine snapping off and the whole mass, like a giant bean pod, being swallowed by the giant swamp grizzly that had come thundering up behind the vine, behind the snake, behind the gator. The last jerk was probably the giant catfish she’d seen earlier that morning swallowing the swamp grizzly.

“I don’t think I’m getting out of this one,” she thought. I’m in the gator belly, inside the snake belly, inside the vine belly, inside the grizzly belly, inside the catfish belly.  Well, she thought as she snuggled herself comfortable in the stomach that surrounded her, at least it feels like home.

Tole Ja I Would Quit

And I did. I drank for 30 days, to get me through the worst of the pain of Rudy passing and then quit. I have again been sober forthe past week. I won’t say nanny nanny boo boo because drinking is ALWAYS a danger, especially in my case, since I had almost 12 years sobriety I was putting at risk.

But I am back on the wagon and going to stay that way. Going to stay that way.

My appo pollies to everyone who has emailed me at either of my addys, either anne2snakie  or anne.franke. I haven’t been to either of them in the past 30 days because I just haven;t been able to deal with life at all. But! I am officially Back On Track. Alive, glad to be that way. Only bursting into sudden tears about 3 or 4 times a day instead of just crying all day.

I have Rudy’s ashes in a box in my bedroom.

Stories will begin again very soon. I have had ideas, even though my pussy has been SO numb that I think it is just plain DEAD now instead of numb.

Sigh.

Anne

We Have Had The Service

and now I am alone in the house that Rudy and I shared, along with our 18 yr old. He has moved out, gone out of state. Leaving me REALLY alone in the house that Rudy and I shared. Rudy occupies a thick transparent bag inside a sturdy plastic box; he’s all hard and crunchy now, like 2 heaping cups of ashes.

I am going to Grief Counseling, which is, twice monthly meetings of others who have lost spouses. Twice a month, maybe 2 hours each time.

Oh yeah, that should do the trick for me.

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.