u/PanLibera

I understand, yes, we live in a high-trust society where this so-called 'fantasy' of mine would never play out as such.

But then I think about every party I've been to, every rave. Every concert at a 'wild bill's' sort of bar with plenty of dark corners. Every night I've spent thinking how easy it would be to corner me and impregnate me, and I just want to say 'fuck it' (and me)

It's so painful to exist every moment unprotected, fertile, and ovulating knowing so many men around me could make the need go away - so why would I not make it the least bit fun? If I'm the one having to spend what feels like two weeks out of every month hiding my vulnerable womb, why wouldn't I be allowed to see the fruits of my fruitful self?

Why is it taboo to want to present a perfectly fertile and vulnerable womb to be impregnated by anyone walking by?

Why not slide in and make your mark?

Picture this: you moved out of your hometown as a teen and wanted to be back ever since, every home past that has felt like a sarcastic joke of a home compared to the comfort you felt in this place, only to not be able to get back until you're in your 20s.

Thing is - I know everyone I used to know is gone. I know every time I meet someone will be the first time. And I can't help but think how much I wish all of these first impressions were with my womb swollen, filling the gap between me and the other person.

It just keeps reminding me how much my life has really changed - where I used to be so concerned about first impressions, making a good look, all of those typical social taxes we are just so accustomed to paying, only to be focused on how empty my womb feels, how quickly I am going to run out of my birth control pills without insurance for a few more weeks, and how much my body wants to be pregnant every fucking second.

Makes me daydream about moving with the man who bred me, knowing he will get to show off what he's done to my womb every single meeting. How every impression will be defined by people looking at him, then my womb poking out under my shirt, knowing exactly what he did to me and how much he owns my body now.

I almost wish I could start bets on how quickly it will be before I break and finally get bent over like a needy sow.