Being Pregnant Is WonderfulWhere is the line between like, and love ? Between love and obsession? That's the relationship I have with being pregnant. I know it sounds odd coming from a woman, but I understand both sides of the fetish.
On the one hand, seeing pregnant women makes me weak in the knees. I want to see her naked, but not necessarily in a sexual way. I want to get on my knees and worship every inch of that glorious fertile body. I want to touch her, feel the little indents of stretch marks and the weight of her breasts and the way her belly is stretched tight as a drum. Makes my fingers twitch just thinking about it.
And on the other hand, I love BEING pregnant. When I've got a bun in the oven, it takes my confidence level through the roof. I am round and curvy and ripe- my breasts popping out of a too small bra while my *** rounds out nicely under a short skirt I'd never wear otherwise. It's fascinating to feel the little ripples under my skin, just laying back rubbing the belly that has taken over most of my torso. Equally as fascinating is the attention I seem to draw, from men especially. While I'm invisible in my day to day life, during the second and third trimesters everybody wants to stop and say hi, strike up a conversation, carry my bags for me...it's endless.
I'd love to be pregnant again, but I just can't do it right now. I'm already a single mother to two, adding another would be foolish. But I can dream...