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

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

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…

Well, So I Lied :)

Whoopsie. Guess I missed my own minnie deadline. But then, I am a certified flake, after all. Sigh. I do have my reasons and excuses, so I may as well enumerate so you may at least get a small taste.

I believe I have mentioned that I have a sleep problem to the point where I fall asleep while standing, or walking. I have sleep apnea- I stop breathing while I sleep. Not forever 🙂 but only for 30, 45 seconds. There is obstructive apnea, where your tongue, or uvula area, or sumpin’, falls over the opening of the windpipe and thus you can’t breathe for 30, 45 seconds, OR however long it may take for your struggles to breathe as you sleep displaces the obstruction an you can breathe again. Fun! 🙂

End PART ONE:  :O

 

Gods Above, My Life

You don’t want my life. Most of the time *I* don’t want my life. I am so sorry I have been gone AGAIN with nothing to show for it on my blog or my site, but gawdamm. I have had to deal with teen drama, pre-teen drama, and pre pre-teen drama as well as my husband’s health going downhill drama and depression drama as well. Well, most of this has not been drama so much as just fucked up but there ya go.

Anyway, I have finally gotten through MOST of the bad stuff currently flooding my life with only a few things left, I hope, except that nothing ever stops does it? And some of the things in my life are only going to get worse- re: my husband’s health and re: my own health.

I have been trying to get some writing done but in the last two weeks I haven’t even been able to get behind the keyboard let alone type a story.

Here’s something I can tell you that is both horribly sad and terribly terribly pathetic. I never used to get why people used tablet computers. I thought they were dumb. Then Rudy bought one and I thought I couldn’t be left behind like this, so I started in on the horrible cycle. I bought one, a cheapo brand.

OMIGOD I understood why people liked them. I LOVED it. It was AWESOME. Then I broke it. And bought another since I bought the Walmart warranty. And broke that one. Replaced it. Broke that one. Replaced it. Broke THAT one. Replaced it.

I am not fucking kidding when I tell you that after breaking and replacing the tablet all the above times, I then BROKE and REPLACED the

NEXT

SIX

TABLETS

in a row after that. Then I told myself, Rudy, and GOD HIMSELF that I would NOT break the very next one I bought. And it was AWESOME, a Nook HD+ 16. Oh my GOD. I took this one everywhere with me.

I took it to BED with me.

I broke it six days ago.

I am hoping that Walmart still sells the Nook HD+16 this upcoming “payday” when we get our disabled checks so I can get a new one, since Barnes and Noble stopped MAKING the Nook HD+.

If I ever break this next one, I give up on them entirely. Because as much as I LOVE tablets, I might not be the person who can HAVE a tablet.

 

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…

 

Have I Lost All My Readers?

I like having my good friend Blackrain comment (we WILL talk again one night, I promise you!), and Martin as well (we shall… ahem… “talk”… again as well 🙂 ). But have I lost all my other readers? Alucard? Greggory? Anyone??

Am I alone again?

I am sad and lonely.

Anne