I Like Unprotected Sex With The Risk Of Pregnancy
I'm currently ovulating this weekend and every month, it makes me incredibly horny.
That's saying a lot. Even though I don't have a lot of "real life" experience with men, I touch myself at least once a day and have a pretty rich collection of fantasies and turn ons.
But when I'm ovulating... when my body is at its most fertile... it's like sex is the only thing I can think of. My breasts swell a little and become extra sensitive... I am wet at all times (I have to change my panties at least twice a day, even without ************, because I soak through them) and all I want is to be filled. Filled and ****** hard.
And my *** fetish increases ten fold. The thought alone of a man pushing me on my back, spreading my legs, and wedging his hard, bare **** into my dripping and fertile ***** is usually enough to make my fingers wander down to my ****. And ache to be filled even more.
It's like, for the few days surrounding ovulation, my body just turns into a breeding machine (one that, fortunately or unfortunately, has never been used for its intended purpose). My hair is shinier, I'm constantly in the mood, and my ***** is always wet and reading for a man's hard ****. I'd love someone to just take me and use me for what I was made for.
That's saying a lot. Even though I don't have a lot of "real life" experience with men, I touch myself at least once a day and have a pretty rich collection of fantasies and turn ons.
But when I'm ovulating... when my body is at its most fertile... it's like sex is the only thing I can think of. My breasts swell a little and become extra sensitive... I am wet at all times (I have to change my panties at least twice a day, even without ************, because I soak through them) and all I want is to be filled. Filled and ****** hard.
And my *** fetish increases ten fold. The thought alone of a man pushing me on my back, spreading my legs, and wedging his hard, bare **** into my dripping and fertile ***** is usually enough to make my fingers wander down to my ****. And ache to be filled even more.
It's like, for the few days surrounding ovulation, my body just turns into a breeding machine (one that, fortunately or unfortunately, has never been used for its intended purpose). My hair is shinier, I'm constantly in the mood, and my ***** is always wet and reading for a man's hard ****. I'd love someone to just take me and use me for what I was made for.
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