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Yes I want to have a baby but I'm more into the family scene. Mentally and physically, I'm so ready to have a baby. However, I'm worried about it being the wrong timing, being in school and all, and children are so expensive. Also it hard to find a guy my age that is in the state of mind and just has prepared as I am. Or thinks logically and has some type of plan or goal, intead of just "Let's Have A Baby" But I guess I want it too good. I don't ever want me or my kids to struggle, or to miss something in their life, or to ever not be there for them. Life is short, maybe shouldn't worry so much but I can't help it. I want to have a baby but I don't wanna do it alone.
DesireMeOnly DesireMeOnly 18-21, F 6 Responses Mar 15, 2012

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Well this is one of your answers I disagree with. You say you don't want your kids to have struggles. Learn to treasure the struggles. They are the fountain of growth. We never read a book about someone born with a silver spoon in their mouth, everything falls into place for them, their life is perfect, and they die happy. Boring! No we want to watch people over come and reach the mountain top.
Do you think if you had been born rich and stunning like a movie star, had a successful career, married Brad Pitt, had beautiful children, that you would appreciate it as much as you will with your life your struggles and finally finding happiness?
By the way yes, children are expensive. Poor People all over the world have great families. We have them not because the economics fit but because we love children and love multiplies. I have 7.

The Darkness and the fog slowly evaporate from the portals of your mind as your brain slowly advances toward consciousness. You feel so groggy as you slowly waken in such a foreign environment as you find yourself. Your limbs feel so heavy. You think to yourself, Why am I so tired, I can hardly move....

You force your eyes open and gaze about you. Where am I you ask yourself.... The vaporous forms you see about you begin to condense as you become more awake.

You appear to be in some sort of Exam room and you wonder, Was I in an accident? Is this an emergency room?? Am I hurt? Is that why I can't move?

As you grasp reality with a firmer grip, you see what appears to be a Nurse standing at a counter at the side of the room.

You ask the Nurse, What happened? Why am I hear, Was I in some sort of Accident? What is going on?

The Nurse says nothing, but you do hear a slight laugh and giggle.

What is Going On!! you demand to know.

The nurse turns around, and looks at you. "You should know" She says. You filled out all the paper work and forms.

You are puzzled... Are you still dreaming you think to yourself? I this real?

What forms you Ask?

I Have them right here the Nurse states matter of factly. The Forms you filled out for the Insemination Project.

What?? I don't remember... Oh wait!!!! That was months ago and that was for our Cows!!!

"No my dear," The Nurse points out, "the forms you filled out, the authorizations and releases you signed were all for you!!!"

But I don't want to be inseminated!! I don't want to be Pregnant!!

Well I am sorry, but we cannot stop at this late date. You should be more observant and pay attention to the papers you sign.

"No, No, Stop!! You can't do this to me!! "You scream.

If you are going to act this way, I will just have to gag you. We cannot have you disturbing the procedure, or the other clients in the building. With that being said, the Nurse takes a ball gag out of the drawer, and proceeds to place it into your mouth and strap it to the back of your head.

There that is better she says.

Now to finish the preparations....

The Nurse take the blanket off of you and you suddenly see why you could not move. You have been restrained, and strapped down to an examination table. Your arms and wrists strapped to the side of the table, a belt across your chest and another across your waist. Your legs are also strapped down to extensions at the foot of the table.

The nurse reaches into a drawer at the side of the table and withdraws Some sort of electrical device. She pushes a button and you hear a motor begin to purr inside of the table. The nurse presses another button and you feel the leg extensions begin to move. They raise, and at the same time, begin to flex just under your knees. Your thoughts immediately return to the Gynecological exam you have four months ago...

The nurse presses another button and the leg extensions begin to move apart spreading your legs open widely.

You say to yourself, This has to be a dream, a Nightmare, This can't be real, it can't be happening.

Once the Nurse has you in this obscene position, she turns the table off and places the control back in the drawer. She then brings privacy curtains over to the table and places them on either side of you. Finally a third curtain is connected to those on either side of you and draped over your midsection, completely blocking your view of the other side of the room, and the lower half of your body.

We are almost ready to begin the Nurse says. Just one last thing to do as she picks up a pair of rubber gloves.she disappears around to the other side of the privacy curtain. You hear the opening of a jar...

Suddenly you feel her touch, her fingers as she spreads the labia of your vagina. You feel her fingers tracing the lips,,, a finger slips inside of you... OMG she is applying lubricant!!

She comes back to the other side, and you watch her as she removes the rubber gloves from her hands... The lubricant is only necessary for the first time.. after that your own lubrication will suffice. First time you thing to yourself? what does that mean?

Suddenly you hear a door open on the other side of the curtain. You can see a shadow cast against the privacy curtain... you hear the sound of a zipper being undone... The shadow steps closer...

OH MY GOD!!! you thing to yourself, I am going to be ******!!! You try to move, you try to struggle, but the restraints were put on by a professional, and you cannot move an inch.

You feel it; the head of some strange **** pressing against you. The lips of your ***** opening up, The invasion of your most private parts. deeper and deeper that **** is pressed into you. Yes the Nurse Lubricated you, but it is still rough going, you were still not ready.

That seems to make no difference to the man on the other side of the curtain. He keeps on sliding his **** in and out of you, sometimes pulling it all the way out sometimes leaving the head of his **** inside of you.

You are being **** and there is nothing you can do to stop it!! The ******* becomes faster, and you realize that the nurse was right, that your body is responding to the *******, that your body is producing the lubricant she said it would. You hate the thought that your body is responding in such a fashion, yet you are also glad because it does make this unwanted invasion easier to endure.

You hear the sound of the man on the other side of the curtain grunt and you realize that he is going to ***. Yes he is going to inject his ***** into you!!! You begin to feel it, He thrusts forward, and hold his **** deep inside of you, as his **** begins to convulse, and you feel the hot shots of ***** spewing inside of you. Thank God, you think to yourself, it is over.... You feel the man pull his **** out of you, and you hear him leave the room. You hear yourself whimpering at the invasion you have just endured, the shame of being treated in such a fashion, when you hear the door open and close again. A second shadow has appeared on the Privacy Curtain. You hear the sound of a Zipper again, and you realize it is not over. You are to be ****** again!!!

You feel a second **** nuzzling around the mouth of your *****, this one slips in easily, so much lubrication this time. He begins to pound you right away. ramming his **** in and out of you, thrusting so deep... You hear him grunt with each thrust as he pounds his **** into you. You own breathing becomes faster. Your juices are flowing out of your ***** now,. You can't believe it but you realize that you are going to *** from this *******!! You feel so dirty!! How can you *** from being treated like this?? All at once He also thrusts deep into you and holds on to your hips as you feel his seed being pumped into you. You count the squirts: one two three, four five six, seven eight nine, shot of ***** he has placed inside of you. Just as quickly, this stranger pulls his **** out of your ***** and leaves the room.

You begin to catch your breath, when the door opens again. GOD not another ******* you think to yourself!!

Another shadow appears on the curtain, the sound of yet another Zipper... you feel it, the invasion of yet another ****!! This one is different, it is so thick! You think it is going to split you open as he forces it inside of you. Deeper and deeper it plows into your *****. You begin to ***. Your ****** convulsing on this huge **** as it rams in and out of you.Stretching you,ripping so deep into you. Your ***** has never been so full before!!!

You feel the muscles of your ***** convulsing from your ******, squeezing this foreign impalement, milking it as it thrusts into you. Your ***** has done its work, as you feel the ejaculations of even more ***** into your body...

This **** is withdrawn from your body, and now you feel so empty... You desire to be filled again. You hate this empty feeling...

The Nurse reappears beside you. She reaches into the drawer and removes the control to the table. You look at her, and she says, don't worry, I just need to readjust the table, some of the seminal fluid is leaking out of you, and we must not have that.

She presses a button on the control and the head of the table tilts down, raising your hips up above your head. There, now you will be able to hold more.

The Nurse Places the control back in the drawer, and you hear the door on the other side of the curtain open and close again...

You think to your self, mmm.... more ***!!

OMG so old and only two relationships?

Go find a daycare center to work at and get some of your baby fix there. Also give you some real life experience when it comes time.

Life is actually quite long and if you eat well and take care of your body, you will live to be 100. But older guys are better. and get more education and find where you want to go and be in life.

Maybe dear you need to look for a little older guy. Guys your age only have a couple of things on their mind. Family and babies not being on that list.

You have a good logical mind. Just keep in mind that you can't be prepared for everything all the time. You just have to adapt to what's thrown at you. I wish I could find a woman like you.

where are you located?