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…

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

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

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

I Have Been Given A Quest :)

An online friend and way cool awesome artist (not just vore, at which he is awesome, with a capital “W”, but also just at art at which he is double-plus awesome), has told me that if I finish my tiny green snake bet story, he will draw me 5 originakl pieces of vore art.

The race is on!

My problem is only this: When I recieved (as a gift!) my back injury, the nerve damage has caused me great pain in my legs as well. At the best of times, I feel, upon waking up, like I have been standing on concrete for 8 hours. It only goes downhill from there as the day wears on.

Just in the past couple of days, it has been snowing like a muddafukka. 6 inches of snow on the ground, cold weather, ice. Nasty, icky.

And my legs hurt so bad… I can barely walk. Even after I take 15 mgs of methadone, 800 mgs of ibuprofen, and 20 mgs of baclofen and let them start to work it only gets to a level where I ONLY want to cry it hurts so bad.

And that’s where I am right now. Going to get that story done, and then work on my three part coming of age story (the first story, she’s 6 and her sister is eaten, the second story she’s 12 and her friend gets eaten, and the last story when she is 16 and SHE gets eaten).

So I have  stories on my plate. The work of a semi-retired vore author is never done 🙂

Love you all! Just some of you more than others 🙂

Anne

Oh Fucking JOY.

I’ve had a toothache for a while now. Strangely, I can’t get dental with the “we’re poor” state insurance coverage. The toothache has gotten to the blowtorch in my jaw stage, and this is through all my pain meds, which are 1) 15 mgs methadone 3 times a day, 2) 800 mgs ibuprofen 3 times a day and 3) 800 mgs gabapentin 3 times a day. I’ve been going through generic “orajel” (oral anesthetic) like it’s grape juice. A lot of the time I just have to sit back and meditate to get through it. My glands are swollen on that side, and my neck is swollen on that side. Happy days!

And for the 2nd month, checks have been bouncing and AGAIN we are mega-negative in the checking account and we don’t know WHY. Nothing WE’VE done. So we’re gonna talk to the bank, maybe find out whuddafukk going on. I hope.

And someone sideswiped our Jeep! Bent the tie-rod (?) and broke the seal on the door. Now we have no vehicle that drives! Our van is broke-down, and now our jeep is broke.

My life has never been good. From the sexual abuse when I was young, to my alcoholism, to getting beat up by an old boyfriend, to damaging my back so bad it’s ridiculous (hitting only some of the major highlights here), my life has sucked. Getting married and having the kids I have are the only good things that have ever happened to me*. I’m amazed I haven’t killed myself- and I’ve been CLOSE.

Take care, y’all. Love ya!

Anne

*Some good is in there. Thanks again for the awesome computer, Steven my friend! *kiss*

Severace, Blade Of Bananas!

From a rising tide of chaos, there was just one man. One man armed only with his wits, his talents, and Severace, Sword Of Bananas; he forged an alliance of warring nations and built an empire!

Severace, Sword Of Bananas! Where lesser men saw only a blade made of soft, squishy fruit that would quickly turn brown and attract insects in the sun, he saw a blade that would bring forth order. And using this blade, Severace, Sword Of Bananas, he achieved his goal and built a nation that would survive the test of time and bring peace to a warring world for generations to come.

Severace! Sword Of Bananas!

Anne