One of the fetishes I have but have never followed through with yet is an impregnation fetish.
An impregnation fetish is pretty much what it says on the tin: pregnancy. I love the idea of getting pregnant. It’s why I insist my sex always be condom-free, bareback. I love the risk, the feel of cum as it slides inside my pussy and later drips down my thighs. It’s everything I can do to keep myself from demanding the second load, to keep myself moving up and down on that incredible feeling.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but for me, I love the feeling of being owned. Stuffed full means I’ll soon have a huge belly, and several children inside it. My body will grow to a healthy, plumpy level, and everyone who looks at me will know I’ve been a well-bred bitch. I hear the hormones get crazy, too, so I’ll be wanting sex all the time, demanding it out of my partner day and night.
My breasts will get even bigger, swollen full of milk. I’ll have to have a few friends to help relieve me at times, too, so that any extra milk doesn’t go to waste. They’ll hold me down good while they empty my huge, heavy tits off all that milk, finally giving me some release. I’d I’d love to see if it’s possible to orgasm like that, you know? I can’t wait to find out.
But the best part of all of this, honestly, is when I’m feeling the guy plow my cervix. He’s deep inside me and pressing against me, and all I can think about is having his child. He’s marking me deep as his, slamming his seed inside me until I’m all heavy and full and it takes. That’s the sort of thing I love, being stuffed full, forced to wait with my legs up, knowing he’s still claiming me for hours afterward.
Sounds like the sort of phonesex you’d be into right? After all, an impregnation fetish takes two to play. Let’s get started!
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