I've got a breeding kink, bad. Looking for a girl who's got it equally as bad, and gets off on sending and reading messages like...

My semen swirls outward from the throat of your cervix like milk, expanding in water. Like a cloud, it grows and thickens and moves as though directed, expanding outwards until the mass reaches the slender mouths of your fallopian tubes.

Some are weak, unhealthy, weighed down by mutation and defect. Others are stunning in their elegant form and unnatural athleticism. So many have now been left behind, but millions of my sperm yet remain, coalescing at the passages to your ovaries - half at each, before continuing their journey onward.

First at the starting line; jostling, fighting, pushing the weakest and the less worthy aside.

Then - soon - deeper, a quarter way through your fallopian tube now. Hundreds of thousands of sperm are leading, each determined to be the one, as the rest struggle to catch up.

Soon, now halfway, the lead widens, a string of the strongest two hundred thousand of your mate's gametes trudge deeper through the passage, single mindedly surging towards their prize.

Three quarters, now. The strongest have already reached your ovary, and have begun to assail their precious target: your egg.

It's only a matter of time....

It would be a while yet before you knew. Of the innumerable sperm that I had repeatedly spilt within you, millions were healthy enough to make the trip. Millions entered the contest for your ovum, and the right to try and fertilize it.

And just as you had submitted to me, your egg had surrendered its incalculable value to the bulbous head of an arrow-like sperm cell. Soon, our combined cells become a single, roiling cell in stasis within your right fallopian tube. Soon it would break; split into new cells. Soon, they would become four and then eight and then sixteen and then...