u/ProffesionalTrainer

Think of it.

Life is hard.

Everyday day more and more people expect from you.

All these responsibilities piling up, I know it feels suffocating, wouldn’t it be nice if they weren’t there anymore.

Go back to an easier time when all you would have to worry about is coming home to a place free of responsibilities.

They would be on someone else.

Meanwhile you could be on your phone, go chat with friends.

Never have to worry about any of these stresses that occupy too much of your life.

This comforting fleeting feeling can all be yours again.

You want it, crave it, need it.

Now.

Let go of the drivers wheel and trust again.

Never having to worry about making a decision again.

You’ll trust it all, never having to even worry about who to vote for, what clothes to buy.

Letting someone more capable than your hesitating ass take leadership.

Just drown in my thoughts.

Let it all get a little hazy and when you do.

You find that this is where you feel comfortable. You are at home now.

This is where home is.

I remember being 18, 19.

My porn tastes were diverse. Today though they have the same thing.

“Pregnancies, inciting pregnancies, mating press.”

Talking to potential dates now I always dirty talk and play around with the idea of putting a kid in her.

Something that would have terrified the fuck out of me when I was younger.

I don’t know where this confidence came from.

It’s an insatiable need to pass on my bloodline to someone eager to be my support.

It has result in some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.

My dates now go from genuinely interested and romantic to feral and unafraid of being pregnant with my own baby.

I remember one particular girl who I talked to every night.

Each night we would phone sex and talk about inciting her pregnancy.

Ovulation came around.

We both met up for the first time outside of a dating app.

I stole a kiss from her and she immediately understood what her role to me was.

Dinner was bought.

I had a motel planned for us.

Agreeable and submissive this woman agreed.

I could not believe it though. I felt like I was sleepwalking with my eyes awake.

This woman was beautiful. I felt like I was out of my league but somehow my body knew what it needed to do.

In the hotel.

The door closed and we were on top of each other.

The fantasy of fatherhood and motherhood would come true.

I ordered us to take a shower first.

The fun part about being in a shower with your partner is that sex here is terrible.

They can lather you up with soap.

You can kiss them while you hog up the water.

The friction to fucking then is non existent. Water makes a terrible lubricant.

But the fun part is you can put your hand inside their pussy and feel them up inside while water runs down each of us.

You see your partner lose their makeup.

Put both hands on the wall.

And just succumb to being a malleable clay ready to be molded in whatever shape you want.

Once the shower is over you make your way to the master bed.

Having a woman ride you while you’re on that bedframe is a power imbalance at first.

She’s ovulating and has her own secret agenda.

You don’t want the condom to fit and even say fuck it.

If it happens.

It happens.

Your precum oozes down your shaft and she knows what she must do.

She already has a kid with an absent father.

And finally found good genes for another one.

Feeling my precum act as lube and pushing myself within her.

Fuck.

We would fantasize about losing control.

Now I had none.

She was on top of me making C shapes with her pussy.

Feeling my cock’s veins scrape against her walls as she demanded friction.

You are powerless. And quickly realize she doesn’t give a give a fuck about what happens.

Her dna is yelling at full volume “BREED NOW”.

During phone sex I would suggest small conditional phrases such as making her repeat the phrase “it feels good to be full”. Forcing her to cum only while imagining. Herself as pregnant and with my kid.

I’ve been doing this for two weeks and now. Her conditioning was not just working but demanded me.

I had created a monster.

She was relentless putting her full weight on my cock.

Making sure it was impossible I could ever escape her pussy.

I thought about muttering the words “I’m close”. Perhaps pulling out.

But she was not having it.

She needed me NOW.

I was now her play toy.

And as I could feel my balls tense.

I recited a countdown.

Just like we had while on the phone.

At 0.

She would cum.

Controlling her orgasm to the same rhythm as my own splurts of cum.

The best part of this. Is feeling my cock getting milked and feeling my cum being taken to the deepest depths of her eggs.

Arms locked in together.

I don’t care. If something happens out of this.

Then I can’t wait to put another kid in bed after this one.