Controversial topic, I know. We’re all adults here, so I think it’s fair game to share some thoughts.

You, dear reader, have probably thought about it. I’m not talking about being a parent — that is a whole different can of worms — but the simple act of becoming pregnant. Of being bred. Of a man finishing inside you without protection, and the formation of new life inside your body.

Your entire body will change to grow his child; your internal anatomy and external physiology will literally shift to accommodate it. In a very real way you will give up yourself to continue his genetic line, and your own alongside it.

I’m here to tell you it’s okay to want that. It’s okay to fantasize. It’s okay to imagine yourself with growing breasts and a swelling belly. It’s okay to have that most primal need to let a man cum inside you. To let a man impregnate you. To reorient your life.

Many of you aren’t ready for children, which are the logical conclusion of pregnancy. You don’t have to be. This is about fantasy and desire. Let yourself admit that the idea of being pregnant and then a mother is something you enjoy. Let yourself cum thinking about throwing away everything to give in to that deep, deep need. Society will tell you this is backwards or anti feminist. That doesn’t need to be the story you tell yourself in the privacy of your mind.

Some of you have children already. You know what I’m talking about it, and any man worth their salt will appreciate the sacrifice you’ve made. They will appreciate your body that shows the effect of your labors; don’t shy away from sharing it. You’ve only become more feminine from your sacrifice. You’ve done one of the most important things women can do. Men still want to fuck you.

Don’t message me with weird political things. This is a post about desires.