Horny Jail

You do look great in that top though 😍

Oh, now hold on a minute… this is coming from a woman who’s only a few days further along than I am and has absolutely no business acting like she’s not carrying around a rather impressive set herself. 😂

I think we can both agree that pregnancy has been very generous to us in that department.

And thank you! That was actually what I was wearing yesterday. It’s been incredibly hot here lately, and at a certain point pregnancy fashion becomes less about being stylish and more about not melting into a puddle. The top was cool, comfortable, and thankfully accommodated both the bump and everything above it. 😅

What’s really funny is that I recently took fresh measurements and sent them off to a boutique that specializes in larger bust sizes. When the owner got back to me with my sizing, I genuinely had to read it twice. I knew things had changed, but even I was stunned by the numbers. I’ve been pregnant a lot, I’ve seen my body do all sorts of things over the years, and somehow that still managed to shock me. 😂

As for wanting my boobs, I promise the novelty wears off when you’re trying to find a supportive bra, rolling over in bed, or attempting to jog across a parking lot.

That said, I appreciate the compliment, and I’ll happily return it. You’re gorgeous, you’re glowing, and if we’re being honest, I suspect there are days we both look at each other and think, “Well, that’s not fair.” 😂

Not sure I’ve seen this asked before, but are you essentially planning to have kids until you physically can’t anymore? I’ve always been curious and always forgotten to ask in the past!

Keep doing what you’re doing! We all very much appreciate it

- S

First, thank you for being such a longtime reader! It always makes me smile when someone has been following along for years and still remembers to pop in with a question. 😊

As for your question… honestly? That’s pretty much the plan.

I’ve always joked that my body will let me know when it’s finished before my heart ever does. So far, it hasn’t sent me that memo. 😂

We don’t have any desire to use birth control or intentionally prevent pregnancy. At this point in my life, I’ve fully embraced the role I’ve chosen. I don’t work outside the home, which allows me to devote my time and energy to my family, my children, my home, and the people I love most.

I genuinely enjoy pregnancy, motherhood, and building our family together. That’s not something I feel obligated to do—it’s something I truly love doing.

Now, does that mean I’ll still be pregnant at eighty, chasing toddlers with a walker? Hopefully not. 😅

But as long as I’m healthy, the babies are healthy, and my doctors, midwife, and family all feel comfortable with where things stand, I don’t see us putting an arbitrary number on it or deciding one day, “Well, that’s enough.”

I think there will come a point when my body makes the decision for me. Until then, we’re happy, we’re grateful, and we’re enjoying the life we’ve built.

So the short answer is: yes, probably until I can’t anymore.

Honestly? Not at all.

I don’t miss work, not one bit.

I was very successful in my career, and I’m grateful for everything that chapter of my life taught me. It gave me confidence, discipline, financial security, and experiences I’ll always value. But if I’m being truthful, it never fulfilled me the way my life does now.

This is what makes me happy.

This is what gets me excited to wake up in the morning.

Being a wife, being a mother, caring for my family, growing babies, managing our home, helping create the life we’ve built together—those things bring me a level of joy and contentment that no promotion, title, office, or paycheck ever did.

And a big part of that is pregnancy itself.

I genuinely love being pregnant. I love watching my body grow and change. I love feeling babies move, knowing that my body is nourishing and sustaining new life every single day. Even after all these years, I still think it’s one of the most beautiful and incredible experiences a woman can have.

Then those babies arrive, and the nurturing continues. I get to nourish the children I’ve already brought into the world, care for my family, support my husbands, and yes, be available to my partners too. 😉 To me, all of those things are connected. They’re all part of loving and caring for the people who mean the most to me.

Some people are passionate about building companies. Some people are passionate about climbing corporate ladders. I genuinely respect that.

For me, though, this is my calling.

This is where I feel the most useful, the most fulfilled, and the most at peace.

I spent years proving that I could be an executive. I don’t feel any need to prove that anymore. These days, I get far more satisfaction from hearing little feet running through the house than I ever got from hearing my name announced in a boardroom.

Being able to devote myself fully to my family, my pregnancies, my children, my marriages, and our home feels like the real gift in life.

And the best part?

I don’t wake up wishing I were somewhere else.

And it wasn’t just that one time, afterward. You began to crave that feeling of bare sex, of skin against skin, of my seed inside you. I filled you with cum over and over again after that. You didn’t understand it at first, you were disappointed by the thought of sex with a condom on, then confused at your disappointment.

And each time I came inside you, you climax like you’ve never climaxed before, feeling fulfilled.

Then, you’re ovulating, and as I tease your pussy with the tip of my condom, all you can think through the haze of lust and pleasure is that you need my cock in you, you need my seed in you.

I push you down onto the couch, and shove my bare cock in your fertile pussy all the way to the hilt. I fuck you until you beg for my seed in your fertile womb, your legs wrapping around me. As I shoot ropes of cum into you, you climax and you see stars. This feeling is what you need, more than anything. This is what you were made for. You are a hole for me to use. To be fucked and used and filled with cum.

A relaxing afternoon in the kitchen. #relationship