20 And Horny

he’s even sweet enough to touch your little slut clit so he can feel you clench and squirm around. “are you sure you don’t want me to come in you? why do you keep squirming then? you must want this load, bitch.”

The thought of not making that decision myself - it's what my partner wants. They want to have a baby, they want to impregnate me. So they do it.

I swell for them, get pregnant for them, birth for them. Not because I wanted it, because they wanted it.

revisiting the agreement that they have to pay for the abortion if you get pregnant, and they agree, but then as soon as the test comes back positive they have excuse after excuse

you try to save up for it yourself but they keep having "emergencies" that they need your help for, keeping your bank account too empty to act

I had given a blowjob a couple years prior. And that summer and fall I did try and casually meet with people, and it fell through every time. Lot of cheaters and creeps.

That Sunday, I say fuck it and make a temporary account on a website (not grindr but similar). 30 minutes I find a nice thick cock, he gets to my house another half hour later.

He’s very sweet, says since this is our first encounter we can just cuddle, I think he could tell I was nervous. But I knew I wanted more.

So we end up fucking raw. It was fucking fantastic. He stretched me out so good I literally dripped for the next three days. I wasn’t on birth control so I got Plan B, which sucked.

We ended up meeting more and more, I got an IUD, and now he’s my boyfriend. He has to go away for work for close to a year in a couple months, so we’ll take a break then and see how we feel when he comes back. I’ll probably get around a little but I’ll be busy and he won’t have much opportunity either because he’s not out as pan. But I love him so much. I love begging for his cum (he likes it on my face and in my throat and my pussy and it’s so fucking good) and he loves my ass. He gives me mating bites. He’s so sweet and I love touching him and I love his cooking and just a lot more.

And I want to have his baby so bad. HE wants me to have his baby so bad. I moan his name while fantasizing about his creampies knocking me up. I hope we’ll get back together, because he’s so gorgeous and he makes me feel so handsome and our babies would be so pretty.

He’s not out yet, but again, if we get back together, I told him I wouldn’t be a secret and he completely agreed. Some part of me feels scared, because it will be a long time apart and things change, but I remain hopeful.

Additionally, I’d get my IUD removed. If we get back together, I want to sink my pussy onto his cock and fucking. Bounce and moan until he comes inside and knocks me up. I want to be a seahorse dad for him. I want to swell up and have everyone know I love him so much I let him get me pregnant with his child.

Anyway, this isn’t the most sexual ask but I just wanted to put this out here to let everyone know that if you are alloromantic/allosexual, the right person is out there. Wish us luck! And good luck to you.

"This isn't the most sexual ask" combined with "I lost my virginity by getting creampied by a total stranger while not on birth control and now I love begging for his cum and want to have his babies" is very funny. If this isn't sexual, what is?

It seems like there's magic in taking unprotected loads of cum into your womb, huh? I've heard so many true stories about virgins - and even people who weren't, but had never taken bare cock to the end before - getting fucked like that, expecting it to be a casual thing, and then falling in love.

Maybe it's not such a surprise, though, given the natural consequences. Your body doesn't know that you could get Plan B. All it knows is that you're overflowing with a man's seed, and now you might bear his child. Of course it wants you to form an emotional bond - it wants you to make him stay.

Now, though, it's quite the opposite. You want him to come back so you can bear his child. You've promised him that if he returns to you, your womb will be unprotected and ready. I don't see a mention of wedding rings here, either: just that you want to be paraded around, proudly pregnant for the first man to ever push himself inside you.

But you won't have to imagine the new future I've chosen. That's part of my power, when I'm deep inside a girl. Every time I push into you, you'll see it. Feel it.

The briefest skip forward, first: to my cock throbbing inside of you, pushing my seed into your womb. I like to make a girl feel this over and over, before she understands what's happening to her, so that it feels like it goes on forever. She always tightens around me so beautifully when I do.

Then to me pulling out of you at last, leaving you broken and overflowing and alone. And to a few minutes after that - to you frantically rubbing yourself, unable to do anything but come again and again as my seed swims deeper.

And then further and faster: hours, days, weeks. The sharp pain near your ovary, as your egg is released. The first morning that you wake up full of nausea. The day that you shake and sob, staring helplessly at a pregnancy test.

Then months and months. Your belly slowly swelling. The first time you notice the eyes following you, and burn with shame. Beginning to waddle, and then struggling to stand.

At last, the birth. I always cover a girl's mouth with my hand before I show her. I love to feel that muffled scream.

Nursing, too, afterwards. Your breasts achingly full of milk for my child. Your body transformed to nourish my little miracle.

And then one last vision: the next time. The day I return to the mother of my baby. The day that you struggle underneath me again, and ovulate, and conceive.

You know it's wrong? Scroll a little more, sweetheart, and you can stop knowing.

After all, you weren't made to resist. You can't stop my words from slipping deeper into you, any more than you could stop my seed.

It's sweet, though. That feeble little flicker of resistance. That moment of hesitation before you spread your legs and whimper.

It's very simple, in the end. Your body can do amazing things. It can build entire human beings from scratch, given nothing but one sperm cell apiece. It can rework your whole body to carry each one for nine months, and even realign your bones to help you give birth.

But it won't fight. Not well. It doesn't build muscle like a man's body does - not even if you try, and he doesn't.

I'm not hurting you. I've been careful about that. It wouldn't be hard for me to hurt you - not at all - but I haven't.

I haven't even let you hurt yourself, in fact. And you would have, if you tried thrashing around. But I made sure you couldn't.

So what's violent about this? You opening up for me, gently, like you were made to. Opening up and letting me in.