My brain cannot stop fixating on intense breeding scenes. There's something so tantalizing about giving in to your natural desires and flinging all caution to the wind for the sake of one intense moment.

The idea of edging myself for days or weeks on end the prepare for that one big load to breed a girl is so intense. Its purposeful and honestly incredibly intimate.

It's probably just the juxtaposition of my well mannered and business oriented public persona that makes me want to abandon forward thinking and just dive into depravity instead. It would be so much more fun to ignore everything I've worked for, and spend my time breeding women instead. I know those aren't mutually exclusive, but the best fantasies turn things up to 11 if it won't happen anyway.

Looking forward to discussions with anyone feeling just as suffocated as I am by social and familial expectations. Let's just throw it the wind. I truly plan on it sooner than later.