Anne2Snakie

I saw this post on a forum (big-gulp) from some Kristine about vore and why people like it, and it tied into an email I got from some individual about vore. And I thot I would explain again for the masses why I started liking vore, what changed my liking about vore, and how I feel about vore right now.

Skipping how I discovered vore (as defined by people being eaten alive by animals/aliens/monsters/other people), I had always wanted the person being eaten to be me. Every man or woman I read about I pretended was ME. And after a time, I began to fantasize about what became my favorite animal to swallow me whole and alive: a giant snake.

I was also drinking by this time, and my self esteem was plunging the more I drank over time. I ended up with a mighty horrible case of low self esteem, total self hatred and vicious self loating. So my death fetish was tied in with self hatred, and I wanted to be eaten by a snake not only because I found the idea sexy and exciting, but because I also hated myself and wanted to die.

To recap then: every person I ever read about being eaten alive, was me. Every woman I wrote stories about being eaten alive, was me. Every picture I looked at where a woman was being eaten alive, was me. I found it sexy and exciting for two reasons. They were being eaten alive, which I found sexy and sexually exciting as hell, and she/me was going to die. And that was my fantasizing about escape from the hell my life had become.

When I went into rehab and quit drinking, my self esteem started coming back. I no longer wanted to die. This took away one of the primary reasons I enjoyed vore. I liked vore to a small degree because it was generic People being eaten- this I found exciting, but by now only to a small degree. I used to LOVE vore because it was ME being eaten alive, to die.

To recap: after I quit drinking, I no longer wanted to die, and so lost my primary enjoyment of vore.

I still wanted to enjoy what I had enjoyed for so long. After all, I wanted to enjoy many of the things I used to- music, films, etc etc. I also wanted to keep my enjoyment in vore, tho by this time it had dwindled to almost NOTHING. So I figured I had to find a way to work my head around this. If I no longer wanted to die, that didn't mean I couldn't care about OTHER people dying, did it? : )

So I wrapped my head around the idea of trying to enjoy OTHER women being eaten alive. And since I had already discovered I was bi (before I got married, I was dating another woman and we were an intensely sexual couple), I could also enjoy it from that angle- it being a WOMAN being eaten alive. (I collect internet porn- pics of both naked men AND naked women, as well as story porn, for all that THAT knowledge is worth : )

And that is where I am at right now. I have managed to reach a point where I enjoy vore now NOT because *I* want to die, but because I find OTHER people dying by being eaten alive sexually exciting. I didn't say I was LESS of a sickie, did I? ; )

Seeing someone's photo manip of a snake with a woman's feet sticking out of it's mouth, SECONDS away from it's jaws closing, her body taking the trip to the snake's stomach is SEXY and SEXUALLY EXCITING for me. I almost feel jealous : )

The next post, prolly seconds away from this one being posted, is about my life and Rudy's health.

Anne

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