I think about being bred all the time. My body knows what I don’t want to admit, I guess, which is that I’m a completely fertile woman ready to accept my biologically-preordained role to bear children. I’m absolutely terrified of the possibility that I might become really, truly pregnant, and would stop at nothing to prevent it, but at the same time it’s also all that I want, and I want it so, so badly. I can’t even orgasm unless I think about something, anything, impregnating me. I desperately want it for real – I want to be impregnated and restrained until I have absolutely no choice but to accept the reality of your baby growing inside me.

















