Since maybe the summer I’ve had the urge to let a man just cum inside me. I’ve never felt it before and I’m curious. It’s even worse when I’m ovulating, the amount of times I’ve thought about getting on Tinder and letting a stranger claim my womb is too many to count. The thought of being bent over and having my womb marked and claimed but a deserving man is such a turn on. One day I may or may not give in to the desire. Sometimes I feel like a slut for feeling this way.

All I've been thinking about the last few years has been about how bad i want to have a family. But i got dumped earlier this year, it was a two year relationship so its been rough. Well, I came off my birth control (ive been on the pill for years), since I'm not sleeping with anyone, and I have never been so horny and wet before. I have really bad depression and anxiety, so i wont ever meet someone naturally (I just go to work and appointments), and I am really awkward and not good at making conversation. Im just wishing i had someone to love me and keep me forever. Im ovulating right now and I just wish I had a husband to impregnate me. I never knew I could get this wet, and this is just maddening. I just need a dominant husband to breed me and protect and love me so bad. This is killing me.

As in the title, we got used to the first child and by the way it was time to have another one because my wife and my dad have sex all the time anyway so it was inevitable haha of course I was there and now I support them, especially my wife because she has a high libido again, probably higher than with the first pregnancy and I don't know if we can manage together with my dad to satisfy her haha

I'll never get my head around a woman who wants you to pull out for me I just crave to breed. Surely when you are ovulating your hormones take over and want you to become impregnated overriding your common sense approach. Do any of you women actually want a guy to pull out or are you just fighting against your base instincts?

My whole sexual life breeding concept has been the highest most intense idea I've ever known, however I'm absolutely fascinated and interested to hear from guys about what is it like exactly to have a desire to breed, do you have this desire for all woman during sex or is it specific?

I cannot explain how unbelievably hot and intense it is to me about the idea of the male breeding desire, it's 5 dimensions of hot to me.

As a man do you ever think about or desire for the exact action of deep ejaculation for specifically thinking about your sperm penetration

I genuinely want to know everything every detail of thought, emotion and physical feelings

I stopped taking t a while ago and started to have my period again, meaning I can also get pregnant more likely again. And what should I say? Right now, I‘d take every raw dick I could, letting them fuck and breed me until there is no doubt I am pregnant. How much I wish I had a dick or more here rn

I have 5 kids 4 with my wife and 1 with a ex. My wife is physically unable to handle another pregnancy due to a injury, and while I don't want to personally raise anymore kids myself. I can't stop dreaming of finding a younger woman to fill with my seed and impregnating her. The feeling of desire and passion. The look of anticipation when she hears me say I'm about to cum. How she begs for me to cum inside her and fill her with my seed. The look in her eyes as she feels my cock start to throb and shoot my cum deep into her cervix. How she grinds against me, pussy contracting around my cock, sucking every last drop out of me and into her. The satisfied smile on her face as we lay together, me still inside her, making sure every last drop stays in her.

Hi, I’m Sandra, 19, and looking to chat and maybe more. If you want to connect, let's talk!

Hey there! I'm Vanessa, 26. Been feeling a bit bored and wondering about some fun ways to pass the time. Open to chat and more. Message me if you want to connect!

Just curious to know if anyone has any spooky, baby-making sex planned today haha?

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Hi I'm Fisona, 20 and feeling a bit adventurous. Curious about meeting new people who enjoy fun and flirty chats. Let's see where things go!

(Repost for banned account) M25. Thanks for your attention. Impregnation, the most taboo and hot topic for me. The people who love me believe that I am a shy, reserved, obviously kind, very polite and loyal boy. But they don't know what's echoing inside my head! While I work, while I give speeches and talk, my mind is focused on a single thought and objective: Impregnation. The sensation of feeling my cock wrapped and tight inside your hot, wet pussy. My animal strength that overcomes your fragility as a woman, as a sweet and loving being. The desire to become a father. The desire to change your life, giving you the opportunity to bring a new being into the world. The desire to protect you, my woman, and our children. The sound of my thrusts inside your pussy echoing throughout the room. The dream of being able to see at my side a woman who grows bigger, taking care of her while her body grows, while her breasts get bigger and begin to produce such sweet milk, her belly so round, and her so fat ass. Take me to the bathtub and wash yourself, while you enjoy the pleasure of the hot water and my hard hands sliding over you, exploring your body. Stimulate your breasts, massaging them and drinking milk to relieve your pain. Continue to satisfy your sexual desires, making you moan and enjoy as if you were the best slut in the world.Make plans with good food and Netflix at night, while we are covered by a light silk sheet, and feel the desire I have for you through my lips and my hands that seek you. I've spent months away from here (Reddit), but I can't escape from my thoughts, or my desires. I often wrote with another profile here (which I deleted) to be able to get away from Reddit, an app that I use as an outlet to avoid being discovered in real life. Sorry if this text is so long, but the desire I have to make a girl or woman pregnant is so great that it seems as strong as a nuclear bomb.

My Ex (M26) loved me more than anything in the world. I was with him for over a year and he has always treated me like a queen. He knew exactly how to make me happy and satisfy me in bed, and that's why I loved him so much at the time.

One day, his birthday was coming up and we had decided to spend the weekend together in our favorite cabin in the mountains. We arrived at night and immediately started making out on the porch steps. My boyfriend was already hard when he kissed me and I couldn't resist giving him a quick blowjob before we went inside.

We had a romantic dinner by candlelight, then retired to our bedroom for some quality time together. We cuddled and talked about how much we loved each other before getting naked. My boyfriend is an incredible lover and he always makes me feel special when we're making love.

As the night progressed, my body was becoming more and more sensitive to him. I couldn't wait for us to take things to the next level. We had been having amazing sex, but I wanted something a little bit rougher tonight. So I told him what I wanted - I wanted him inside me without any lube or condoms.

My boyfriend hesitated at first but then he looked into my eyes and gave me that look of love that he always gives me when we're about to do something crazy. He got on top of me, kissed me deeply, then pushed his cock inside of me without any lube or condoms.

At first I was a little bit scared but my boyfriend kept pushing deeper and deeper until he reached the hilt of his cock in me. I could feel it sinking into my body and I let out a moan of pleasure as he began to fuck me raw.

I knew that this would hurt for just a few seconds, but then my body started getting used to the sensation and I became more and more aroused with each thrust. My boyfriend was pounding me hard from behind, making sure that his cock got every inch of my tight little cunt.

Eventually, he came inside me without any lube or condoms. It hurt a little bit at first but then I started enjoying it more and more as my body adjusted to the sensation. My boyfriend was sweating and groaning with pleasure as he fucked me harder and harder until we both came at once.

Afterwards, we cuddled together on the bed and talked about how special that moment had been for us. I told him that this would be his birthday present to me, letting him fuck me raw. He smiled back at me and said he couldn't wait until his next birthday. We ended up breaking up a month later, so unfortunately he never got his second gift.

I’m just thinking about a cock cumming deep inside me. Filling up my fertile womb. Feeling the hot cum sliding out of me.

Supposed to be working but just thinking about multiple guys filling up my pussy and fucking a baby into me.

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So I'm (M) 38, 39 in February and ready to find someone to quickly pump out a few kids with. I waited until I was financially stable to allow stay-at-home parenting and avoid having to juggle work and being a mom. Great on paper but the real cost was time.

Serious question: what is the oldest people should be churning out babies? I feel like I can still be a great dad mentally and physically plus have the extra benefit of not worrying about money. I want my future partner to concern themselves on making milk and getting knocked up as quickly as possible.

Is 40 the new 30?

All thoughts welcome.

I can’t stop thinking about a strong man holding me down, filling me up, and getting me pregnant. I walk around with my panties soaking wet. I want to feel them cum so deep inside of me and then push all of the cum back in so none of it can escape. My mind is a complete mess when I’m ovulating, and i love it.

Hey, it’s Katya again. Looking for someone to take control. Check my profile if interested!

I have a good career… lots of friends and family… but…

I still just want to be fucked and carry my man’s children… barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.

I take pride in my appearance and love looking good. I get so many glances all day and I wish they knew…

I want it too. I dress this feminine on purpose. I know my place. on my knees. worshipping your cock.

Not just any cock. A man I can respect and serve.

It is all I want. Ovulation is the worst… my breast swell and my pussy throbs at the sight of a strong man. It is animalistic… not just anyone will do… I have to want to breed.

He is harder to find than you would think. I need him to hold up his end of the bargain as well. 💪🏻

I want nothing more than to get pregnant with my cis gf’s babies and become a mother. Lately I can’t stop getting horny imagining what it’d be like to have a swollen belly filled with one of her babies (or two. or three.) thanks to my hugeee breeding/pregnancy kink. I just want to be able to be pumped full of her seed until my womb wants to break, and I want to spend my life giving her as big a family she wants. I really wish she could just impregnate me herself, I know ivf and donors exist and will use those options once the time comes but it’s a bit sad to think about how she won’t be able to be able to breed me directly with her own cum. science please find a wayyyy

I'm a pretty tall girl, about 5'10", so I stand out a bit. I've got a curvy body (I think) and modest-sized breasts. I don’t have a model's figure, but I play a little amateur volleyball in our neighborhood, so I've got a bit of an athletic build, maybe? Anyway, the point is that I think I'm good-looking, at least. I just can’t figure out why no one was interested in me back then. I’m not lacking in confidence, but I also didn’t want to come off as desperate to others.

Toward the end of that year, I came up with a plan: find a guy who, like me, wasn’t getting much action and manipulate him into sleeping with me. Sounds a bit like a villain move, right?

So, I started looking around and decided I should aim for someone older since all the guys my age already had relationships. Plus, I didn’t want it getting around at school that I was being promiscuous. I also had a bit of a thing for older men at the time—something about the idea of an older man fantasizing about me was such a turn-on, hehe.

And, there was already one guy in mind. The campus security.

The plan was simple, but the execution felt like it was slipping through my fingers.

I had been eyeing him for weeks, ever since that first night when he had caught me sneaking back into the dorm after curfew. His stern look had melted into a smile as he recognized me, and we exchanged small talk about classes and campus life. He was older, maybe in his mid-thirties, with a rugged charm that made my stomach flip. Tall, broad-shouldered, and always dressed in that crisp uniform, he was the epitome of authority and control. And tonight, I was going to make all that control unravel.

I pulled my phone out again, scrolling through the messages I had sent him over the past few days. Teasing, suggestive, each one more daring than the last. I wanted to push him, to see how far I could go before he finally snapped. And now, here I was, standing in the dimly lit corridor, waiting for him to respond to my latest text.

"Meet me at the old library entrance. There's something I need to show you."

My thumb hovered over the send button. I took a deep breath, my nerves tingling with anticipation, and pressed it. The message sent with a satisfying ding, and I slipped my phone back into my pocket, my eyes darting towards the security camera again. Would he come? Would he even read it in time?

The minutes ticked by like hours. I shifted from foot to foot, the cold floor seeping through my sneakers. Just when I thought he might not show, I heard the soft click of footsteps echoing down the hall. My breath caught in my throat as he rounded the corner, his tall frame silhouetted by the fluorescent lights.

"What are you doing out here so late?" His voice was low, authoritative, but there was a hint of curiosity in his tone.

"Couldn't sleep," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thought I'd take a walk."

He narrowed his eyes at me, his gaze sweeping over my form. I could feel the heat of his scrutiny, and it only spurred me on. I stepped closer, my lips curling into a coy smile.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Thompson?" I asked, my voice dripping with innocence.

He crossed his arms over his broad chest, muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt. "You know the rules, Annabelle. No wandering around after hours without a good reason."

"Oh, I have a very good reason," I said, my eyes locking onto his. "But it's a secret."

His brow furrowed, but there was a flicker of interest in his gaze. I could see the wheels turning in his mind, the struggle between duty and desire. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist me for long.

"A secret, huh?" he repeated, taking a step closer. "Care to share?"

I shook my head, my hair brushing against my cheeks. "Only if you promise not to tell anyone."

He didn't move, but his posture softened slightly. "Alright, Annabelle. What is it?"

I bit my lip, hesitating for just a moment before reaching out and placing a hand on his arm. His muscles tensed under my touch, and I could feel the heat radiating from him. "Follow me," I whispered, pulling him towards the old library entrance.

He allowed himself to be led, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. The air between us was thick with unspoken tension, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me as we walked. When we reached the entrance, I turned to face him, my back pressed against the heavy wooden door.

"What's inside?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

"Just a little spot I found," I replied, my eyes never leaving his. "No cameras, no interruptions. Just us."

His breath hitched, and I saw the struggle in his eyes. Duty fought with desire, and I could see the war raging within him. I reached up, my fingers brushing against his cheek, feeling the stubble beneath my touch.

"Please," I breathed, my voice trembling with need. "I need you."

For a moment, he hesitated, his eyes searching mine. Then, with a growl, he closed the distance between us, his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss was fierce, urgent, and I moaned into his mouth, my hands clutching at his shoulders. He pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel the hardness of his erection through his uniform pants.

His hands roamed over my back, sliding under my shirt to caress the bare skin underneath. I arched into his touch, my body responding eagerly to his ministrations. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down at me, his eyes dark with lust.

"Are you sure about this, Annabelle?" he asked, his voice gruff.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes. Please, don't stop."

Without another word, he lifted me, pinning me against the door as he kissed me again, his tongue delving into my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding myself against him, my core throbbing with need. He groaned against my lips, his hands gripping my ass tightly as he ground his hips against mine.

"God, you're so fucking tight," he muttered, pulling away to nip at my neck. "I want to feel you around me."

I whimpered at the sensation, my hands fisting in his hair as he continued to trail kisses down my throat. He paused at the hollow of my collarbone, his teeth nipping gently before he spoke again.

"Tell me what you want, Annabelle."

I gasped, my body shivering at the intensity of his words. "I want... I want you inside me," I confessed, my voice breaking. "Please, I need you."

He growled, a sound of pure possession, and set me down gently on my feet. His hands moved quickly, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his hard cock. I watched in awe as he stroked himself, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice commanding.

I obeyed, my thighs trembling as I widened them. He knelt before me, his hands gripping my hips as he placed a gentle kiss on the inside of my thigh. My breath caught in my throat as he began to work his way up, his lips and tongue teasing every inch of exposed skin.

When he reached my core, he paused, looking up at me with smoldering eyes. "Tell me how wet you are for me," he demanded, his voice hoarse.

"So wet," I admitted, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "For you."

With a wicked grin, he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I cried out at the sensation, my hands clenching in his hair as he began to lick and suck at my sensitive flesh. His technique was masterful, driving me wild with pleasure until I was bucking against his mouth, begging him for more.

"Please," I gasped, my body trembling with need. "I can't take it anymore."

He pulled away, rising to his full height as he guided his cock to my entrance. I could feel the tip nudging against my tight folds, and I whimpered, my body quivering with anticipation.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing. "Let me in."

I nodded, my eyes fluttering shut as I tried to calm my racing heart. Slowly, he pressed forward, his cock stretching me wide as he entered me. Pain mingled with pleasure, and I bit my lip to stifle a scream as he filled me completely.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. "So goddamn tight."

I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I adjusted to his size. When the initial sting passed, I began to move, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. He groaned, his hands gripping my ass as he started to fuck me with slow, deliberate strokes.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice rough with need. "Move with me, baby."

I did as he commanded, my body moving in sync with his as he began to pick up the pace. Each thrust drove me closer to the edge, and I could feel the pressure building inside me. He gripped my hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he pounded into me.

"Harder," I begged, my voice breathless. "Please, harder."

He complied, his movements growing more frantic as he fucked me with abandon. I cried out, my body arching off the door as I felt the first waves of orgasm crash over me. My inner walls clenched around him, milking him for every drop of pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm coming," he snarled, his thrusts jerking as he spilled inside me. His cock pulsed with each spurt, filling me with his warmth. I cried out, my body spasming as I rode out the aftershocks of my own orgasm.

The heat of his body pressed against mine, and I could feel the sticky warmth of his semen filling me up. Mr. Thompson held me close, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered words of encouragement and praise. I was still riding the high of my first orgasm, but a new hunger was already stirring inside me.

"Mr. Thompson," I panted, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I want more... I want you to fuck my ass."

He looked down at me, a mixture of surprise and desire flickering in his gaze. "Are you sure, Annabelle? That’s going to be intense."

"I know," I said, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "But I trust you. I want to experience everything with you."

He nodded slowly, a look of admiration softening his features. "Alright, sweetheart. We’ll take it slow, okay?"

He gently disengaged from me, and I let out a small whimper of disappointment, but he quickly moved to retrieve something from his pocket. When he returned, I saw that he had a small bottle of lube. He knelt down in front of me, opening the bottle and squeezing some of the clear liquid onto his fingers.

"Lean back," he instructed softly, and I obeyed, propping myself up on my elbows. He spread my legs wider, and I felt his lubed fingers trace between them, circling my clit briefly before moving downward. I shivered as his fingers reached my entrance, and he carefully inserted one finger, then two, sliding them in and out to prepare me.

"You’re so tight," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I don’t want to hurt you."

"I know," I replied, biting my lip. "Just go slow."

He worked his fingers in and out of me for several minutes, each thrust bringing a new wave of pleasure and anticipation. Finally, he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself behind me. I felt another bead of lube drip onto my asshole, and he began to massage it in, his touch both gentle and firm.

"Relax," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "Take deep breaths."

I did as he said, trying to calm my racing heart and tense muscles. His finger pressed against my tight hole, and I clenched involuntarily. But he was patient, massaging the area and waiting until I relaxed enough for him to slowly insert one finger.

The sensation was strange, almost painful at first, but as he worked his finger deeper, I began to feel a dull, throbbing pressure that was quickly becoming pleasurable. He added a second finger, stretching me further, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

"Good girl," he praised, his fingers slipping in and out of me rhythmically. "So good, Annabelle."

His words fueled my arousal even more, and I pushed back against his hand, eager for more. He seemed to sense my growing need, and he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock. The tip pressed against my asshole, and I braced myself for the intensity.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice strained.

"Yes," I breathed, gripping the edges of the library door for support.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to push into me. The sensation was overwhelming—pain mixed with pleasure—and I gasped at the intrusion. He paused when half of his length was inside, giving me time to adjust. The burn was sharp, but there was also an undeniable thrill in the violation of losing my anal virginity to this man.

"Let me know if you need me to stop," he said, his voice tight with restraint.

"Don’t stop," I whispered fiercely, pushing back to meet him. "Please, don’t stop."

Encouraged by my response, he continued to push forward, inch by agonizing inch until he was fully seated inside me. I could feel every ridge and vein of his erection, and the fullness was almost too much to bear. But the ache was intoxicating, making me crave more.

"Move," I urged, my voice trembling. "Fuck my ass, Mr. Thompson."

He hesitated for only a moment before pulling back and thrusting back in, his pace slow but building. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I cried out, my nails digging into the wood of the library door.

"Oh God," I moaned, feeling myself stretch around him. "It feels so good."

He grunted in response, his thrusts gaining speed and strength. The friction between us grew more intense, and I could feel my climax building once again. My pussy clenched around the empty space where his cock had been moments before, and I knew I needed more stimulation to reach that peak.

"Finger me," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please, I need to come again."

Without missing a beat, he withdrew his cock from my ass and moved to kneel between my legs. He squeezed more lube onto his fingers and slipped one inside my dripping pussy, his other hand still teasing my clit.

The dual sensations were electrifying, and I felt my body start to tremble with the force of my impending orgasm. Mr. Thompson sensed it too, his thrusts growing more urgent as he sought to push me over the edge.

"Come for me, Annabelle," he growled, his free hand cupping my breast and pinching my nipple. "Show me how much you love this."

I want to believe I'll be a woman after I die. If my deeds are good enough, I'll get to use my body to welcome other righteous beings into this heaven realm.

I'll conceive immaculately and with other celestial women who share my duties, we sleep on the same bed, feelings our bodies change and helping each other give birth forever. I want my belly kissed by so many women and I want to kiss so many women's bellies.

I want to know what it feels like to feel a little person inside me move around. I want to feel other women's bellies for that reason. I want to dress and be dressed in elaborate maternity clothes that are sometimes regal and sometimes erotic. I just want a uterus and I want to give birth to someone on a world where no one suffers.

It really is incredible now that I've started paying attention, like clockwork every month when i start getting easily distracted, thoughts drifting, eventually desperately horny and wanting to be bred. I'm ovulating, of course. I never used to track it, just thought sometimes i 'got in the mood' but now that i've been keeping an eye on it i've noticed it really isn't random.

Hormones really are fascinating. To think that something so simple and primal, in the right circumstances, if the stars aligned....i'd be getting knocked up. Because right now i want nothing more than to get pumped full of cum until my belly swells, regardless of what i'll think once my hormones calm down

Sex with a pregnant woman has to be better in every way extra cueves, leaky tits, and extra horny. Every aspect just makes the experience sound better I get hard every time just thinking about it

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Hello! I’m Ripsy, 22, and curious about meeting new people. Looking for fun conversations and seeing where it goes!

I can't help but get turned on by the thought of getting knocked up by a complete stranger and left to raise the child alone as a single parent. The whole idea makes me feel like a used whore and I kinda... love it? I love the feeling of being used for someone else's pleasure and then completely discarded after. I'm simply a cum dump to them. If I'm stupid enough to spread my legs for the anyone, I shouldn't be surprised that they don't stick around. Being a single parent is what I get for being a dumb horny slut who couldn't help but fuck strangers raw.

They simply get to enjoy the feeling of cumming in a fertile unprotected pussy with no consequences. Their one 10 second orgasm changing my entire life and connecting me to them forever and they couldnt care less about it. All theyd care about is impregnating me and moving on to the next whore. They get to have their legacy continued without being tied down by a baby. They can continue their lives doing whatever they please while I'm stuck raising the baby they fucked into me. Maybe they're even out there breeding more people... Continuing the cycle. Honestly, I just think it's incredibly hot how they'd forget about me and continue impregnating other people while I'm always reminded of them by the baby they gave me.

I dunno... Does anyone else get turned on by this?