Have you ever had a creampie before? There's something so absolutely wonderful, about having sex without protection — it's an experience that is filled with intimacy, and just a hint of risk. If you're reading this, you're probably curious about it: after all, it sounds exciting, but also so deliciously taboo.

The first thing that you'll notice is just how heightened your sensations are, when you take a man without a condom. You'll have hard, throbbing dick before you, to enjoy complete access to, in the most intimate way. You can feel its warmth, it's hardness. Do you know just how hot an erect cock is, when you have it raw and exposed? I want you to imagine the heat of a hard dick, rubbing against your pussy. To have it slide up and down your labia, to massage the sensitive folds of your clit. Don't you want to know how it's like to take this dick inside you? To wet it with your arousal, to drench it in your want? After all, the hottest thing about bareback fucking, is how sensually messy it is.

You can feel the power of your desires, in the very way that your pussy drools in need.

I want you to imagine that wetness. Picture it. As you fuck without protection, you'll get to mark your love with your arousal. To lubricate him with your grool. From the very first moment of penetration, he will belong to you. Your lovemaking will taint the most sensitive part of his body, drenching every inch of skin on his penis, until his dick is suffused with your scent. He'll never get to clean himself entirely of you now. Your lover will bear reminders of you, in the very fragrance of his skin.

Don't you want to know how it's like, to possess someone in such a raw and intimate way?

But it's risky. Such intimacy and closeness treads the line of danger, no matter how much the delights. You are a sensible woman, a good and careful girl. There's a reason that you always so conscientiously use protection. You use condoms to keep you sealed apart. Because you know, from the very moment you take that cock without a protection, your own body will be marked in turn.

The thought of that frightens you, doesn't it? But yet, it makes you feel all the more thrilled.

Even as your lover prepares to enter your body, his dick will be wet with arousal. The hardness of his desire will draw his erection upward, until the skin on his shaft is tightened with need. That will expose the soft, sensitive skin of his dickhead, which will moisten with pre-cum — every drop a foreshadowing, of a hot, dangerous fertility.

If you wrapped it up now, you'd be safe. The condom will deaden all this sensation, clamming up that warm, throbbing skin behind a cold, rubbery sterility. It'll keep you protected from consequence, of risk. But if you did that, you'll never know how it's like to take raw cock, and feel raw pleasure in turn.

But you know that if you took him now, it could be disastrous! Every throe of pleasure will only bring you closer to catastrophe. Already horny, his balls are heavy with seed. And every thrust that he makes will only leave a bit of him inside you, in the form of that copious pre-cum, mixing with your juice. Can you imagine how it's like, to be fucked in this way? To be on your knees, or maybe laid back, missionary-style — just thrusting and fucking, completely entangled and raw? Bedsheets wet, toes curled in ecstasy, until you couldn't even tell where your body ended, and his began. Just going on like this, for ages and ages, until your knees quiver with submission, greedy but not spent.

You'd know that this is a bad idea. That there's so much danger, in what's going on. His pre-cum will be in every part of you now, coating the inside of your pussy. Mingling with your wetness until it all becomes a hot, musky slick. If you are unlucky, you could already be in trouble — but perhaps you'll be just safe enough, if you ask him to pull out in time.

Will you ask him? Do you really want him to stop?

For you see, here's the truth about raw, unprotected intercourse. This is why you want it so badly, why the very thought of it fills you with both craving and shame. When you take a raw dick inside you, you are submitting to your body. You are giving up your mind to your desire, leaving you vulnerable to your very biology and need. Your body knows it's ready. It craves for that hot, dripping fertility. To be absolutely fucked into dissolution, until you are filled with a man's seed.

You know you can't get pregnant. Rationally, it'll be such a disaster if you get knocked up.

But your body wants otherwise. And with every ounce of your being filled with desire, throwing you headlong towards a single, biological goal —

Do you really think you could make up your mind to stop?

The choice is up to you. And maybe, just maybe — your better judgement will prevail.

But I suspect, that if you end up in this situation, you will end up doing exactly what you will have wanted. What you have denied yourself for so very long.

As you climb to reach the pinnacle of your ecstasy, you will be filled with a desperate, all-encompassing craving. When you cum, you will orgasm hard, locking your legs around the hips of your lover, pulling him against you so that his cock is deep and unable to leave.

When you spasm against him, your vagina will clamp on his shaft with volition, pulsing in concert with your orgasm. And he will ejaculate, spilling himself, filling you pump after pump with hot, fertile seed. Your pussy will milk his cock against you, until your womb is drenched in semen, buried so deep that there's no way for you to get it all out. By the time you realise what's happen, it'll already be too late. Your body would have conspired against you, successfully. And now you're left, limbs a-tangle, so sore and quivery that you won't even be able to climb off his, before catching your breath.

Your head spins, as you come to terms with your realisation.

Your gave in to your body, and left your pussy creampied, with fresh, warm semen.

Your fertile womb has already been drenched with cum, so fertile and sticky that there's nothing you can do to stop what'll come next.

As you rise up, you will feel the distinct, indescribable sensation of having been ejaculated in — a strange, warmth and gooey wetness, that makes your thighs sticky even as you try to stand

Imagine how it's like now, to have succumbed to your passion. Picture your pleasure, tinged with embarrassment, as hot sperm dribbles down your leg.

You'll be knocked up, and pregnant. Your body will fulfil its destiny, and change. If you accept and submit to the life-changing consequence of conception, you will get to experience the changes in your body, as your womb takes with seed. Your nipples will become unbearably sensitive, as your breasts grow in anticipation. Your figure will fill, completing your hips with the curves of motherhood. Hormones will fluctuate with pregnancy, rendering you constantly aroused and needy, always wet and flustered with want.

Is this how your story will end? A curiosity, a desire, leading to a downfall, that makes you barefoot and pregnant, a young mother, tender, vulnerable, and with child?

Well. As this is your story, I shall leave it up to you to decide.

The Challenge

You're here now, at my post. What I wrote to you has left you horny, dripping, and ashamed. You think that this couldn't possibly happen to you. That it's all a fantasy. That no matter how much your womb craves for the warmth of insemination, you will never — ever — let it get so far.

Sure. I believe you. Of course.

And if you stop here, you could even escape the danger. You can close your eyes. You can touch yourself. Try to quench the fire, by rubbing yourself desperately to my words. In doing so, you will attempt to appease your body, with the safe, sterile masturbation of denial. If you are lucky, that weak, shallow orgasm will clear your head temporarily, letting you drive away the thoughts of creampies and risky sex. You will flee from your desperate cravings, with no more than a sad wet spot on your bed.

But if you truly think you can handle it, I have the following challenge for you.

We could meet up together, in Baltimore tonight. You'll meet a cute, winsome stranger — someone who's well-read (and very well-written). A lover who's friendly and eager to please. We could talk about our love of creampies. You could live vicariously through my tales. And after wine, food, and an evening of laughter, you could even muster the courage to take me home.

Maybe you'll only want to experiment. Just to feel what it's like to have a hot, fertile cock before you.

Perhaps you'll only go as far as to rubbing. You'll dare yourself to rub a bare dick against your pussy, just to know how it feels to have a fertile cockhead upon your clit.

Or maybe you'll even go as far as to take me inside you, in a moment of desire and abandon. To feel the heat of a hard, fertile dick deep inside your unprotected cunt.

I know that the very thought of that risk will make you tremble in delight and daring. Sure. Go ahead. I'll be happy to oblige. Remember, you can choose to stop at any moment --- just say the word, and I'll pull out when you want.

But something tells me that you won't be able to say no.

After all, you possess the means of your own dissolution --- and I don't need to do anything but let you have your way. This is your challenge, Dearest. Do you really think you can fight against your body? To win as a mind against biology --- as reason against desire alone?

Well, it is up to you to find out. Because it's your story, for you to live and tell. I'm currently in Baltimore. I'll be available in a hotel room, free for you to join. I can only write so much about what could happen. To make it happen, is entirely up to you.

I've told you all about the dangerous delight of creampies, Dear Reader. It is your choice now, to decide.