Hi! This is more of a confession than a story. But hopefully you all will enjoy it.

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For me, it's an incredible powerful emotion for a man to cum inside of me, trying to breed me.

I don't know, it's hard to explain. ​For me, there's this primal, carnal emotion. Like I'm fulfilling my true purpose and role in that moment. A moment of clarity... where I can relish in bliss and satisfaction.

It's like I've trained all my life for that moment. Like an Olympic athlete training and preparing for their Olympic grand stage, I've follow a similar path towards my own gold medal breeding moment. I maintain a healthy lifestyle and diet. I'm a yoga instructor, so I'm fit and in shape. I had breast implants put in, when we got engaged. Mastered walking in stiletto high heels, learned to lease in sexy lingerie.

Even my sexual perspectives has been molded and shaped for this breeding moment. My body, so carefully sculpted, is his to use. My actions are to serve him and to extract every last drop of cum from his balls. Most of my satisfaction and sexual happiness is derived from his own pleasure, his approval of me. Even the night of the fuck, I would have spent time primping and pampering. Fixing my hair, applying my makeup. Dressing in slutty lingerie. We would have timed our breeding session with my cycle. His balls, full of cum, ready to flood my womb. Yes, leading up to this, our intentions and actions could only be fulfilled by one thing. The only reward I ask, is for his cum. A symbol of validation, of purpose.

When we're fucking, there are two popular positions where the man cum inside of me.

The first is missionary. He is on top of me, his weight securing me to the bed. My legs are spread and high heels are up in the air. My arms, wrapped around his back, holding on for dear life. My body ready to accept his cum. As he's thrusting inside of me, I could hear his grunts, his moans. Like an animal, he's announcing his intentions. My duty is to fuck him and grant him the release he has earned. With his final thrust, he'll unload inside of me. We'll make eye contact, yes he wants to see my face, looking into my eyes, as we both know what just likely happened.

The second is doggystyle. Perhaps I'm dressed a bit more slutty. Thigh high stockings attached to a garter belt. It's straps ideal to hold onto. He's behind me, mercilessly pounding and fucking me. Doggystyle is more aggressive, more dominant. A slap of my ass, pulling my hair. The thrusts more powerful, deeper, his cock splitting me in half. Yes, we both know why I'm there. I'm his fuck toy, his trophy that he's about to breed. Again, with his final thrust, he'll drain his balls inside of me. But no eye contact. I'll look over my shoulder back to him, and can see him relishing his achievement. I'm just so proud that he's allowed me to give him this to him.

In both cases, I swear I could feel my body and attitude instantly change. Like I'll develop this attachment towards the guy. No, not love or feelings for him. It's almost like I'm thankful and grateful for him. Through his pure raw fucking, he's owned my body. But now that his cum is inside of me, sync up with my cycle, he's has now claimed my soul.