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…

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

I Could Fucking KILL Myself

So I’ve been super fucking sick since last Friday- over a week now. I mean, temp over 101, not able to talk because of my sore throat, just plain out of it. Only in the past day or two I’ve been feeling even a little better- which is why I am posting, since I haven’t even been NEAR a keyboard or game machine for almost a week. Ennyways, the other night I was in the kitchen, sleep drunk. I get sleep drunk a lot 😦 But I

    also

        DROPPED

            my

                TABLET

on the floor, a four-point perfectly FLAT landing, with a loud SMACK but a louder CRACK sound inside it. Now, I have dropped my tablet a few times since I’ve had it, also slightly sleep drunk. Never so hard, so high, so perfectly flat. I could tell this was BAD.

And it was. When I picked up my tablet and looked at it, I yelled “Oh Jesus FUCK,” and tossed the tablet onto the kitchen table. The screen looked something like this, except not badly drawn in MSPaint:

That is my 9″ screen B&N Nook HD+ 16 on it’s side. There are approx. 4x as many cracks in the screen as there are cracks drawn in the pic. Plus there is more space at the top of the pic, it’s not a slim 2 pixel gap, there’s  as much space on the top as there are on the sides. ANYWAY, not important. What is important is the HUGE spiderweb of cracks in the screen. You can even feel the raised edges on two of the areas.

What is even more impressive about this is-

My Nook Still WORKS.

Every single one of my other tabs, when I have cracked the screens, have gone tits-up on me. This one still works. I am afraid to put much pressure on the worst of the cracked areas for fear of making things worse, but WOW. And moving my finger across the raised broken area is still bizarre, but there isn’t even a bobble in the motion on-screen from it. I dunno if it’s because the Nook is made out of super high quality materials or WHAT, but Jeez.

If/when the screen crack kills this tabbie, I am in trouble. Walmart doesn’t sell a 9″ Nook hd+ 16, only a 7″ Nook hd+16. I could get a 9″ hd+ 32, but that’s $179. Size means a lot, boys, I need the extra 2″ 😉

Anyway, I should be posting again now that I am feeling better. I feel 25% better than I did a few days back. Getting there. See yez all soon soonest. Love you all.

Anne

P.S. I told Rudy, and everyone else (including y’all) that if I broke this one, that was it- I can’t have tablets because I kill them. I told Robbie, our son, as I was passing him earlier, “That’s it. This is the last one. I can’t get anymore of them, not as long as I get sleep drunk.”

And he said, “Mom, are you going to be able to live without one? And you know there’s no guarantee you’ll ever stop getting sleep drunk.”

And he’s right about both parts. Up until I broke this screen, I took my tabbie EVERYWHERE. I wore it on a lanyard on my wrist when I went to bed. If I walked, I had my tabbie in my hand, lanyard on my wrist if I wasn’t sleep drunk. I don’t know if I can live without one any more, I love them so much. And sadly, I might have to resign myself to getting sleep drunk a couple times a month for the rest of my life. Can I live without a tablet that long? Obviously I can LIVE without one, it’s not like air or water :). But can I L I V E without one?

Dunno…

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

Dr. Denfall On A Summer Day, Wishing She Wasn’t So Flat Chested

She Got Small Titties

A pic of Dr. Denfall as a teenager, before a growing spurt brought her breasts to their current, much larger size.

This Pic Is Of A Real Model Named Beshine

This Is An Undoctored Pic

I think she’s gotten bigger since this pic was taken- her implants are GREATER than 10,000 cc’s. Anyway, the reason I was putting this pic up here- well, 3 reason and 2 of them are right there in the pic 🙂 but the 3rd is because this is a good pic to have in mind when you imagine Dr. Denfall.  Except for the lack of glasses, that pretty much is what I think of when I imagine her. Except maybe in the stories, she’s a bit bustier than this.

Oh, I like ’em big* 🙂

Anne

*On other women. Not me, thank you 🙂

I Do Chat With People, I Do RP With People

Just to reiterate for people- I am not one of those blog/story writers that never interacts with people. I dunno if y’all have noticed that in the comments section lately, Martin has been wanting me to be on MSN Messenger (Which is now just Skype. Way to just give up, Microsoft). I’ve been blatantly, wantonly sexual in my comments to him, begging him to fuck my mouth and throat like it’s a wet, willing cunt. Well, I hope he doesn’t mind my saying this, but the other night we DID manage to catch each other on Skype…

It was hot 🙂 If I hadn’t had the kids in the living room and had to make dinner in a bit, I would have been jilling along with him. He did, in chat and textual RP, fuck my mouth and throat hard like a wet, willing cunt. I kept the chat for later that night 😉

ICQ: 8692176

Yahoo: Anne2snakie

Skype: Anne2snakie

AOL: Anne2snakie (I see a trend here 🙂 )

 

Dis Upcomin’ Friday

I am having another sleep study test. I have sleep apnea, I stop breathing while sleeping. So I have a CPAP machine and wear a mask on my face (CPAP = constant positive air pressure). However, this machine doesn’t quite do the trick for me. You don’t need to know what the numbers mean or what the test is (I forget and I don’t know, I only remember the numbers) but the machine is supposed to bring one of my test numbers to a 5… and it has never been closer than 14. Don’t need to know what it is to know that that is BAD.

It could be I have Central Apnea, where my brain forgets to tell my lungs to breathe… which means the machine I have actually makes THAT problem worse. Happy days. So, if after this etst they determine I have central apnea, I will be getting a new machine to make sure I breathe properly. Won’t have to pay for the machine either- sometimes being dirt poor pays- medicare/medicaide will will/is paying for the test and the machine 🙂 Our tax dollars at work- making sure our citizens LIVE so fuck you Republicans.

Ahem. Sorry about that.

Anyway, just wanted to tell you about that. Snort.

Dunno What Happened To A Comment I Made

So I am making a post about it 🙂

I installed Windows Live Essentials, the Windows Live Messenger only. Is this what I am supposed to install? If not, where do I get this other messenger of which you speak? Confusion reigns in my brain.

My “MSN” email, which leads to hotmail anyway (thanks Microsoft!) is anne2snakie@live.com. Send me an invite or whatever it is you do! And this applies to everyone as well! My various and sundry chat proggies and user names are, once again:

MSN: Anne2snakie@live.com

Yahoo: Anne2snakie

AIM: Anne2snakie

ICQ: 8692176

I sure there are more, but man, I think this is about enough 🙂

Don’t Feed The Troll, He’ll Self-Destruct On His Own

You aren’t even a very good troll, either Oh sure, you riled everyone up and you got them to comment to you in my defense (Thank you everyone! *Kiss* You are all very sweet!) but you are so over the top you lose all your sting. Self-parody indeed

For all of you that read my blog, no fear: my children have no idea I’m a voreaphiliac. I keep my sex life away from my kids, just like your are supposed to do as a responsible adult. Sadly, they have to watch their father get sicker and sicker and they all know he’s going to die sooner than any of us want.

I wish my life was all lies- trust me, I’d much much rather be living a life of luxury and have had everything handed to me on a silver platter! But it’s all reality, more’s the pity- from the sexual abuse I suffered as a child, to my alcoholism, my overdose that almost killed me a few years back and everything in between and the shit that still happens even today.

As for the sudden unplanned sabbatical of the past couple of months- terribly, terribly sorry everyone. Life just got so utterly overwhelming that I basically shut down. Lately I’ve been trying hard to get back into everything again- I’m back online, I’m available for chat again, I’ve even been writing (Don’t worry everyone- Maeve is going to have something terrible happen to her that she doesn’t deserve ).

So no fear. I am alive and well and you’ll be seeing me a lot more than you have of late. Thank you all very much for caring- I love you all (minus a few sad, pathetic trolls )!

Anne