One he was just your boyfriend. You were young, and you were so careful. You made him use a condom. When he didn’t have condoms, he had to pull out. When he forgot to pull out, you took pills. You liked him, but you didn’t want to get pregnant.

You came from a super religious family, so getting pregnant before marriage would be a problem. When you visited your parents house for the holidays, you had to sleep in separate bedrooms. You had to touch yourself to the thought of him.

You don’t care anymore. Now you want him. You want him to breed you hard. Every night you beg him to fuck you. Sometimes he’s “too tired,” but most of the time he gives in. You are pretty sexy, after all, and he can’t resist.

He climbs on top, he thrusts away, and you love it. He is so handsome, and he will be a great father.

He tries to pull out, the silly man. You don’t care anymore. You don’t care that you’re only 20. Your friend is 19, and she is pregnant with her second. You don’t care that you’re broke. You’ll just have to work harder. You just want to give this man the son he wants so badly.

You beg him to finish in you. You want to have his child. He doesn’t need much persuasion.

His semen now running down your inner thigh, you turn to stare at him, now lying by your side.

He’s so sexy. And it is his semen inside you. From his penis. From his testicles. Carrying his genes.

You’re in heat, and if you keep up like this, you’ll be a mother in no time.