I Have Been So Fucking Horny Lately

it’s ridiculous. Yesterday I literally could not keep my hands off myself- I must have spent at least two hours, spread throughout the day, where I did nothing but lay on my bed and play with my cunt, orgasm after orgasm. Seven times I had to run to the bedroom and give my clit hell for a time 😉 I dunno why my cunt just WOKE UP yesterday and started demanding all the attention I hadn’t been giving it the last 6 months. But wow. Massive bloodflow to my genitalia- my vulva was flushed all day.  I think I sorta know why guys seem to lose concentration when aroused and hard- all the blood down there, none for the brain. Well, when I would start a-tingling downstairs I lost the ability to think of anything but hungry serpents, woman-stuffed bellies, and being tucked into a tight stomach myself. Afterward I could begin thinking again, still breathing hard.

Not quite that horny today, but my pussy is still purring down there, quietly, just letting me know it’s awake 🙂

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

About That “Ask Me About My Vulva” Thing Over There :)

It was just a silly added in the spirit of the flash on a nametag of the people who work in the big-box stores which read “Hi! My Name’s Julie! Ask Me About” and then the added ‘object of the day’ afterward. For a while I was in a mud (I have to get back into that one, it’s a furry one, yes, but it’s also graphical and they have a lot of per- and fur- verts there. I am not an actual furry myself, but I kinda like furries (as in comics/RP/Vore, NOT real life and wearing a fur costume). I have a fair amount of furry porn, anthropomorphic animals of every species fucking each other in every orifice with every appendage imaginable. Some of it is pretty hot, some of it is pretty not 🙂  I am REALLY partial to horse cocks, myself. More to the size- the length and the girth, and okay, I admit it, I would LOVE to just be under a horse and hug that giant horse cock between my tits and against my face, all hot and BIG and ooooOH dammit 😉

Now, what would be really nice would be to have three guys, and EACH of them has a cock the size of a HUGE horse cock- Take a measurement of me sitting flat on the ground, 90 degree angle. From the ground to just 1 inch underneath the top of my shoulders. Each guy has a cock THAT long, thick as my wrist, hot and hard and throbbing. Because this is fantasy and impossible anyway but damn I’ve petted my kitty to the fantasy a LOT through the years 🙂

Even though the vagina is just a short tunnel closed off at the far end, here I can spread my legs and the first guy can push it into my waiting cunt, inch by inch, filling me until he’s buried in me to his balls and I can FEEL him all the way through me. And the next guy takes his cock and presses the head against my anus, then pushes it into my ass, again filling me as he slowly pushes it in, until he too has filled me until he is buried balls deep. And the last guy takes his throbbing cock and touches the head to my lips. And I open my mouth and let him in- and I swallow as he pushes, gently but firmly, filling my mouth and my throat and my body until my nose is against his belly, his balls on my chin.

And then, filled with cock like no woman before me has ever been, I signal and they all start, gently, carefully, and wonderfully, to pump and thrust and slide their giant cocks into me until I am delirious with constant orgasm and they all, one after another, come into me and fill me with come from their cantaloupe size balls.

I dunno why I shared my fantasy with the world right now, I’ve never told anyone (even Rudy!) before. I am so wet right now 🙂

Until next time, my loves, I remain

Anne

I Feel A Little Better

which is weird, because I destroyed my latest tablet computer- again. I’ve bought, destroyed, and replaced about 7 tabbies since last September. Fuck. I LOVE my tabbies- I take then everywhere. I have a look that hooks the tablet in it’s cover to my wrist so if I drop it (that happens a LOT, a fucking LOT) it doesn’t fall to the ground. I take it to bed with me!

Well, I did until I destroyed this latest one. Which is especially depressing, because this last one I had dropped (er…) and cracked the screen. Broken, all the way from one side to the other, and a bunch of other cracks running every which way. And it still worked!! I loved my tabbie!

Then I was sleep drunk, fell asleep while standing and woke up as I was falling. My tabbie-hand was whipping to catch me, my tabbie shot out of it’s cover when the loop snapped it like a whip, and it SLAMMED into the ground so hard it blew the back cover off and tore wires loose!

Screen finally stopped working. Sigh. And I have a ton of stuff on the built in- “hard drive” that I can;t get off because you have to have screen support to hook it up to your actual computer, and, well… So I took out my micro-SD device and sent the dead tabbie off to Wal-Mart.

Rudy is buying me a Nook- a very cool Nook, no less! It has a 1920 x 1080 screen (my old one was 800×480), it’s a dual core processor, it’s a 16 gig model… oh, it’s a beauty! A 9″ screen, no less! And under a pound! Android, comes with Google Play (which is good because I have bought a ton of stuff off Google Play 🙂

My last tabbie I had to really screw around with and alter to get it to access Google Play, since the Visual Land “Connect” doesn’t have Google Play on it. But, since it comes rooted, you can go all Rambo on it and do what you want 🙂

Ah well. When I get my Nook, I will make sure I CAN’T destroy this one!! Ever!

WalMart used to have a $9 warranty where they would refund your cash if you destroyed the tabbie. Well, I blew up so many of them so fast, the warranty got a price change to $28 🙂

Anne

Hey, the next few posts should be Modern Roman Empire vore fest-a-thons to catch up on some of the fiction I been using to read to Rudy while I play with my cunny 🙂

Anne

It Makes Me Proud To Be An American

when I turn on the TV, and see a bunch of black folk calling each other ‘nigger’.

Now, as a certified, card carrying bleeding heart liberal, it makes me uncomfortable just to even type the word ‘nigger’, let alone SAY the word ‘nigger’.  And while I can semi-understand the rationale of ‘we can call each other nigger, but you can’t even SAY the word nigger’, I still feel… itchy, when I see a bunch of black folk, on TV, calling each other ‘nigger’.

Now, be honest here, I only see black GUYS calling each other nigger. Black gals, when THEY say ‘nigger’, you can see the distaste on their faces, and they generally refer to rock-stupid, drug using thug types with the term.

Now, as a bleeding heart liberal, *I* would never refer to ANYone as a ‘nigger’. I also refuse to use the term ‘African American’ as that is butt-fucked stupid. I will only go as far as to use the term ‘black folk’. 🙂

Anne

First, The New Schedule Then The Other Stuff

Earlier this week, last Monday to be exact 🙂 , I decided that what would be a good idea would be for me to have a schedule for the blog, instead of suddenly realizing I hadn’t updated for a month and my story wasn’t being worked on. So, for now on, I am going to have the schedule of

MONDAY                     How the stories are getting along post, plus off topic disjointed rambling

WEDNESDAY             How Rudy’s health is doing, plus inane chatter and meandering rambling

FRIDAY                         How MY health is doing 🙂 , plus interminable goings on about nothing, and also rambling about nothing at all

Along with the odd update on weekends and also whenever else I happen to think of something. Like I see a cutie with a nice rack, or some such. Probably heavy on the ‘some such’.

All right! We’ll see if this lasts until Monday then! 🙂

Anne

From A Time Before The Virus Caused Incredible Breast Growth

Debra was heading to the deli, hoping to see a woman swallowing python on the way. Not that she wanted to be swallowed whole and digested alive- no, rather, she had never seen one, and was curious what they looked like. 5 minutes later, she discovered what they looked like on the inside.

But after social more’ changed and public female nudity became the norm rather than something only seen in skin magazines. And just after woman swallowing pythons were seen everywhere, swallowing whole and digesting women alive.

Emmie Climbed Up The Paralyzed Fish Monster’s Tongue.

hungry fish monster – click pic for full size

Cassie was tied to the mast, but Emmie and the sixteen other nude women had been swallowed by the giant hungry fish monster as they tried protecting Cassie. They weren’t injured, down there in the fish stomach, as it had swallowed them all whole, and this was how Emmie had climbed up the fish throat and the tongue. All she had to do now was get to the tentacles and she could climb down safely. Cassie could get herself loose- the cuffs would pull off if she tugged hard enough, they’d peel skin from her hands and she’d be free.

Emmie felt bad momentarily for the other sixteen women still down inside the fish stomach- after all, if they didn’t get out before the paralysis wore off, the fish monster would sink beneath the waves and then digest them all alive at its leisure. All they had to do though was what she did- climb up the rough skin of the fish monster throat, climb the tongue like a tree, then make a jump for the tentacles. Home fucking free.

She hesitated at the opening of the fish’s mouth however, large breasts swaying in the cold wind, knees against the knobbly fish tongue. She rubbed one hand against her clean shaven vulva- the fish’s digestive acids, while weak, were still acids and the skin of her crotch was prickly and itchy.

“You bitches best get climbing,” she yelled down the fish’ throat, left hand still rubbing and scratching at her soft, fat outer labia. Her inner labia were also itchy and damned if even her clitoral hood wasn’t all irritated as well. She’d be damned lucky if she didn’t get fish digestive acids all up in her hole as well. “This fish is gonna start swimming again soon, the spell won’t last forever. Do you want to get all digested alive?” Cassie was still grunting and squealing and kicking and she wasn’t even fucking trying to get herself loose from the cuffs that held her in the air from the mast. What the fuck was that cunt’s problem?

There was a chorus of voices from down the fish throat, completely unable to distinguish one voice from another. Finally there was one voice that started yelling louder than the others, accompanied by the sound of meaty flesh on flesh impacts. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” SLAP. “Bitch, get your leg off my belly and shut up!” SLAP. “Get your tits off my face- I said get your tits- Bitch, get your fucking-” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. Silence, then the voice spoke again, yelling up from the darkness of the fish’s stomach. “No, most of us don’t want to be digested alive down here.” Another voice, different from hers, then she spoke again. “Okay, slightly less than half of us don’t want to be digested alive down here. How did you get out?”

Emmie looked out of the fish’s mouth from her seat on the fish tongue. She wasn’t quite out yet, after all. All the fish had to do was close it’s mouth and swallow and she’d be back down there, tucked in amidst all that naked female skin, about to be digested alive as well. She needed to get out of the fish mouth, down the tentacles, then far away from the fish, the women in the fish belly, and that stupid bitch Cassie still fighting with the cuffs up there. She leaned against the fish tongue, rubbing her crotch and the increasingly pleasant feeling of her erect clitoris, and yelled down inside the fish throat.

“I’m not quite out, but all of you need to get moving, the ones that don’t want to be digested alive anyway. Can you see the light from where I am yelling?” She began to massage her left breast as she rubbed her crotch, playing with her tight nipple, as she spoke.

“Just a moment, going to take a vote,” yelled the woman back from inside the stomach of the fish. Emmie closed her eyes and continued masturbating as she lay on the tongue of the fish. It felt so good to rub the weak digestive acids of the fish stomach into her cunt, kneading her clit with her thumb and piercing her wet hole below with her pinky finger. She pulled and rubbed her tit with her other hand, eyes closed, imagining herself down in the darkness of the fish stomach with the other naked women. Quickly she felt it grow, then orgasm burst over her- she’d never come this fast before, less than a minute of play and she’d come. And it wasn’t just a weak, nasty orgasm either- it had felt goooooood.

“Did you hear me?” yelled the woman down in the fish stomach again.

“No,” said Emmie, honestly. “I was busy playing with my pussy. What did you say?”

“Well, I’d said that yes, we all see the light. But since you’ve been honest, I’ve had my hand between my legs this entire time too.”

“No,” yelled another woman. “You’ve had your hand between my legs. I’ve just had my hand between your legs to return the favor.”

There was a moment of silence before the first woman yelled again, “Well, yeah, anyway, we see it.”

Emmie felt the fish tongue tremble underneath her. That meant that the spell was starting to wear off- they’d have to hurry now. Less than a half hour remained before the fish gained complete control, swallowed Emmie and the others back down, then swam away to digest them alive.

Emmie leaned back against the fish tongue and held her breasts in both hands, twiddling her nipples with her thumbs as she spoke.

“What you need to do, is rub the digestive acids into your pussy when you masturbate down there. It feels fucking wonderful- it hurts just perfect,” she yelled down the fish throat. “Lean back against something so you can use both hands. When you’ve come, you should also think about climbing up the fish throat toward the light. That’s the open fish mouth. You get high enough, you climb the fish tongue easy. Then you can masturbate up here too.” It felt so good to massage her breasts like this- squeezing and pulling tight, almost painfully so. She normally had a lighter touch on her breasts when she masturbated if she touched them at all, but right now it was like they wanted to be handled roughly.

“Fuck, that feels good,” yelled a woman from side the stomach of the fish. “I’m rubbing the stomach acid up inside the hole where the dick goes, way up inside, and it hurts but it hurts so fucking good!” She made a noise like a startled buffalo. Some of the women down in the fish stomach laughed, but others were busy doing what she was doing and making their own startled buffalo noises.

The tongue under Emmie’s back moved six inches, and Emmie knew that in less than fifteen minutes now the fish would digest alive any women still down inside of it’s stomach. She pushed a breast up and sucked her own nipple, sucking hard. Gods, if felt so good. Knowing that she was on a fish tongue, that the fish could swallow her at any moment, could digest her alive with all the other nude women down in the stomach of the fish. MMmmm- she was going to come again, this time without even touching her cunt, just playing with her tits.

She was so close, and she could hear the other women in the fish stomach gasping as they all were nearing orgasm as well. She mashed her breasts tight against her chest and arched her back, legs wide, bucking her hips and damned if she didn’t come again and come hard. “Well, hell,” she whispered. She looked outside the fish mouth where that dumb bitch Cassie was still trying to figure out the loose cuffs that held her to the mast and sighed.

She smiled and said, “Well, screw it.” She scoonched her bare ass cheeks against the fish tongue, kept her legs spread and slid back down the fish tongue. Hell, with any luck, maybe she’d get someone’s head stuck inside her pussy when she fell in. Laughing, she slid into the darkness of the fish’ digestive system.

A quick tremble, the fish clapped it’s mouth shut and it sank beneath the waves, belly full.

Good Fuck- I Used To Do This Every Day??

It was Wednesday night/Thursday morning when I bought 12 sixteen oz cans of 5.9% beer. I drank 6 of them, 2 in the beginning of the night, the remaining 4 of them from 4 in the morning to 6. I got drunk, and when I woke up later, I had a mild hangover. Let me say this again, properly.

I got drunk on the first 2 beers and it wasn’t that bad. Not quite fun, not quite pleasant. I fell asleep at my desk for a few hours, drank the rest. I- I hated that awful feeling of being drunk. I was mentally off-balance, I didn’t feel good physically. All in all, the drunk experience- I hated it. Didn’t like it at all. I used to LIKE that feeling? But- why?

And the mild hangover- fuck me. I was sick to my stomach for the rest of the day. I had a headache. I felt like SHIT. I used to feel like this all the fucking time? Good fucking God,  this was awful. I don’t want to do this again. I have 6 cans of beer left and I don’t want to just throw them away because I hate wasting stuff but good Lord neither do I want to DRINK them. YUCK.

Just  wanted to let everyone know what was going on, and to assuage everyone’s fears that I had fallen off the wagon and was never going to get back on. No, let me tell you. I don’t ever want back off this wagon- it SUCKS down there!!

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.