u/Titillating_Thoughts

The Need to Breed

It's funny, isn't it? Hundreds of thousands of years of evolution, and yet we, or at least some of us, struggle to get over a simple instruction that's been etched into our genes.

This animalistic urge that bites away at my flesh; the innate need to breed.

I, for one, am obsessed with it. Perhaps unhealthily so, but I suppose this is the kind of place where one comes to to confess their more unconventional desires in the hopes that they'll find someone who feels the same.

So, tell me: what is it drives you towards this obscenely tasteful debauchery?

Could it be just a baby fever? The void you feel inside is driving you crazy, and perhaps the only solace is to fill it with a life that you can call your own; a life you can nurture.

Maybe it is something more... intimate. Infatuation. Love, even. A bond so deep that you're willing, or eager, to bear his fruit to grow it deeper still. I suppose the idea of being locked in a mating press as he tells you how amazing of a mother you'll be must make you squirm then.

Or it could be something that is, simply put, inexplicable. Breed. That is all you know and care about. The most carnal of pleasures that you indulge in so brazenly because the high you feel is unattainable in any other way: a means to an end.

So, I ask this again: who are you?

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Looking for women who are equally enamoured by the idea of mating to have a conversation with, and hopefully something more. Note that I am not looking for a roleplay at the moment. Don't be shy; come over in the den and tell me what quells this fire that burns inside.

Let's procreate, Titillating_Thoughts

The Need to Breed

It's funny, isn't it? Hundreds of thousands of years of evolution, and yet we, or at least some of us, struggle to get over a simple instruction that's been etched into our genes.

This animalistic urge that bites away at my flesh; the innate need to breed.

I, for one, am obsessed with it. Perhaps unhealthily so, but I suppose this is the kind of place where one comes to to confess their more unconventional desires in the hopes that they'll find someone who feels the same.

So, tell me: what is it drives you towards this obscenely tasteful debauchery?

Could it be just a baby fever? The void you feel inside is driving you crazy, and perhaps the only solace is to fill it with a life that you can call your own; a life you can nurture.

Maybe it is something more... intimate. Infatuation. Love, even. A bond so deep that you're willing, or eager, to bear his fruit to grow it deeper still. I suppose the idea of being locked in a mating press as he tells you how amazing of a mother you'll be must make you squirm then.

Or it could be something that is, simply put, inexplicable. Breed. That is all you know and care about. The most carnal of pleasures that you indulge in so brazenly because the high you feel is unattainable in any other way: a means to an end.

So, I ask this again: who are you?

---

Looking for women who are equally enamoured by the idea of mating to have a conversation with, and hopefully something more. Note that I am not looking for a roleplay at the moment. Don't be shy; come over in the den and tell me what quells this fire that burns inside.

Let's procreate, Titillating_Thoughts

The Need to Breed

It's funny, isn't it? Hundreds of thousands of years of evolution, and yet we, or at least some of us, struggle to get over a simple instruction that's been etched into our genes.

This animalistic urge that bites away at my flesh; the innate need to breed.

I, for one, am obsessed with it. Perhaps unhealthily so, but I suppose this is the kind of place where one comes to to confess their more unconventional desires in the hopes that they'll find someone who feels the same.

So, tell me: what is it drives you towards this obscenely tasteful debauchery?

Could it be just a baby fever? The void you feel inside is driving you crazy, and perhaps the only solace is to fill it with a life that you can call your own; a life you can nurture.

Maybe it is something more... intimate. Infatuation. Love, even. A bond so deep that you're willing, or eager, to bear his fruit to grow it deeper still. I suppose the idea of being locked in a mating press as he tells you how amazing of a mother you'll be must make you squirm then.

Or it could be something that is, simply put, inexplicable. Breed. That is all you know and care about. The most carnal of pleasures that you indulge in so brazenly because the high you feel is unattainable in any other way: a means to an end.

So, I ask this again: who are you?

---

Looking for women who are equally enamoured by the idea of mating to have a conversation with, and hopefully something more. Note that I am not looking for a roleplay at the moment. Don't be shy; come over in the den and tell me what quells this fire that burns inside.

Let's procreate, Titillating_Thoughts

The Need to Breed

It's funny, isn't it? Hundreds of thousands of years of evolution, and yet we, or at least some of us, struggle to get over a simple instruction that's been etched into our genes.

This animalistic urge that bites away at my flesh; the innate need to breed.

I, for one, am obsessed with it. Perhaps unhealthily so, but I suppose this is the kind of place where one comes to to confess their more unconventional desires in the hopes that they'll find someone who feels the same.

So, tell me: what is it drives you towards this obscenely tasteful debauchery?

Could it be just a baby fever? The void you feel inside is driving you crazy, and perhaps the only solace is to fill it with a life that you can call your own; a life you can nurture.

Maybe it is something more... intimate. Infatuation. Love, even. A bond so deep that you're willing, or eager, to bear his fruit to grow it deeper still. I suppose the idea of being locked in a mating press as he tells you how amazing of a mother you'll be must make you squirm then.

Or it could be something that is, simply put, inexplicable. Breed. That is all you know and care about. The most carnal of pleasures that you indulge in so brazenly because the high you feel is unattainable in any other way: a means to an end.

So, I ask this again: who are you?

---

Looking for women who are equally enamoured by the idea of mating to have a conversation with, and hopefully something more. Note that I am not looking for a roleplay at the moment. Don't be shy; come over in the den and tell me what quells this fire that burns inside.

Let's procreate, Titillating_Thoughts