So another story from when I started wanting to breed.

At the beginning of last year, a woman approached me after one of my replies. We really hit it off, and it was a real pleasure getting to know her.

We shared with each other our hopes and dreams, and during one of our chats, I shared with her how I wanted to have children. That I was ready for the undertaking. She shared with me how much she wishes to have children as well, but how she thinks she is sterile as she had been trying with her husband and nothing was working.

A few weeks later we brought it up, and she shared how it was found that her husband was sterile, and that all this stress was putting a huge burden on their relationship. I jokingly said I wouldn’t mind having her and keeping it quiet, and to mostly my shock at the time, she asked me if I was being serious.

I don’t know what came over me, I don’t know why I said what I said, but I told her I was, if she was.

We ended up planning a trip. A week, where she was ovulating. She had pretended it was a work trip. And we met.

I had her like she belonged to me. That week, she was mine. I bred her. I claimed her. She gave herself to me. Spent more than half our time together alone with her just tied up and leaking me while I kept pumping in her.

We had agreed on one thing. No feelings, and no contact after it is done.

She recently msged me to tell me she gave birth to twins.

I had some of my cravings fulfilled. She saved her marriage.