She'd just appear out of nowhere into my life one day. She'd clumsily fall onto my body in the subway, seemingly at random. After she apologizes to me, we'd chat for a bit when she'd suddenly decide to invite me to her home. She'd scribble her number and address onto a piece of paper, shove it into my hand and leave when her stop comes.

I'd initially wonder whether she's someone crazy and I'd be worried about things like getting kidnapped or even murdered. Eventually, though, I'd muster up enough courage to go over to her place. She'd welcome me with a smile at the door and would immediately grab my hand, starting to kiss me deeply and passionately, shoving her tongue into my mouth. After we spend a while like that, she'd break off the kiss and start leading me towards her bedroom.

When we arrive there, she'd close the door and lock it. Then she'd start stripping the clothes off me and herself, one after another. Soon enough, both of us would be bare naked and I'd be lying on her bed. She'd be dripping wet down there, so she'd immediately straddle me and start rubbing her pussy against my hardening shaft. Once it is rock-hard, she'd waste no time and would directly grab it and guide its tip towards her slit. She'd start descending onto my length until her lips are firmly secured against the base. And then she'd start moving up and down, slowly intensifying the pace. She'd grab my hand and squeeze it while she rides me passionately.

My balls would be full and swollen since I wouldn't have emptied them in a few days. That's why they'd start aching for release very soon. It would seem that she already knows that since she'd grab them and start fondling them in her hand while smiling mischievously at me. I'd suddenly feel them start to pulsate while my shaft is throbbing intensely inside her. The time would come for me to give my potent seed to her, which I would, spraying thick ropes of it directly onto her waiting cervix. Her cunt would start squeezing violently around me, milking out every single drop deep into her fertile womb.

And her body would definitely be ready to breed. She'd tell me that she isn't on birth control and that it is her most fertile day. She'd also tell me that she isn't getting a plan B pill and that I'm going to stay in her bedroom until we conceive a child. She'd keep me locked there for a while, bringing me food and mounting me every morning and evening until she forces my precious semen into her womb. She'd do that on schedule, without missing any single appointment.

Then one day, during her daily insemination ritual, I'd suddenly feel a metallic tinge on my finger at the very moment that I start erupting inside her. When we both calm down, I'd look at my hand, only to see what looks like an engagement ring shining on it. I'd look at her face confusedly, only to see that she's smiling widely again. Then she'd open her drawer and produce a pregnancy test out of it. Naturally, after all of the unprotected sex we'd have had, it would be positive. Her smile would widen even more as she announces that our wedding is already arranged and would be in three days.

She'd come to be referred to as my wife (although I'd normally call her "darling", "dear" or "love"), and I'd come to be referred to as her husband. She'd be the one to whom I'd surrender my mind, heart and will. She'd be the one who'd feel every single bit of her body and mind accept and enjoy mine, thus bringing us closer and deepening our mutual bond. I'd be the one to reciprocate her deep and intense feelings for me, beaming with happiness that I've finally found my loved one with whom everything feels the right way. She'd be the one to intertwine our bodies, hearts and souls to a degree that we'd become inseparable from each other.

We'd say our vows to each other without holding anything back. Our rings would be wrapped very tightly around our fingers, without any option to remove them. We'd become even more eager to see and hear and feel each other once we start living together as a married couple, the presence of the other one bringing loving warmth into our entangled hearts. We'd distribute things like the chores evenly between us, both of us impatient to cook and clean for each other. We'd start waking up every day next to each other with genuine eagerness to start our day together.

At the end of our wedding night, we'd start kissing and rubbing against each other's bare bodies in our marital bed, completely liberated from the prison of our formal clothing. We'd acquaint ourselves with each other's bodies, taking our time to study each other's faces and necks, arms and legs, hands and feet, bellies and backs and butts. She'd touch and stroke my hardened shaft and cup and squeeze my swollen balls, hanging heavily beneath it like ripe fruits ready for picking. I'd touch and slide my fingers inside her slick and needy slit and I'd rub her clit, both of them already drenched with her love juices. We'd be so ready to consummate our amazing marriage by making sweet, raw, unprotected love to each other. We'd also be completely ready for my potent swimmers to enter my wife's fertile, ovulating womb. One of them would pierce her waiting egg, igniting the spark of life inside her and conceiving our beloved twins this way.

I'd be awaiting the changes to her body because of pregnancy so impatiently. I'd see her belly swell, her breasts become enormous, her hips expand, her butt and thighs thicken. I'd worship her rapidly changing body from head to toe. I'd place my hand onto her hugely swollen belly to feel our little darlings kick inside. I'd kiss and touch and squeeze and lick her with all my heart everywhere, without any restraint for my feelings. My heart would fall for every inch of her body, absolutely adoring the way she's transforming into a fertility goddess.

I'd always be there for her every single time she doesn't feel well during her pregnancy. I'd buy or make for her every single food item she's craving desperately. I'd assist her with tasks like walking, standing up or sitting down once she becomes very swollen in the later stages of her pregnancy. I'd be there for her when her water breaks so that I could drive her to the hospital. I'd be there next to her during her labor, holding her ring hand affectionately in mine as she's trying to push our babies out, comforting her by telling her that everything would be fine.

I'd grab her ring hand and hold it tightly every time she feels insecure about her post-pregnancy body, which would instantly make her feel better. I would tell her how gorgeous her stretch marks are and how much I love her pudgy belly and saggy tits and cellulite on her butt cheeks, as well as the rolls of fat around her stomach. Every time we make love, I'd softly grab and press and squeeze her transformed belly and boobs with one hand while holding her ring hand needily with the other one as I'm on top of her, pounding her passionately. I'd feel her flabby gut spilling onto mine while she's riding me just as lustfully, inviting my hands to grab it and squeeze it lovingly. I'd make her feel secure and loved by appreciating her gorgeous mom bod as much as possible.

I'd be so impatient for the moment that we start taking care of our first two children (a girl and a boy). I'd fearlessly endure their wailing cries all night long while I'm rocking them to sleep. I'd have no problem with getting woken up because the diaper of one of them needs to be changed. I'd happily bathe them and feed them and clean up after them and take them to the doctor. I'd endure their temper tantrums without a single complaint, driven by my pure and unconditional love for them. I'd be there to see their first teeth growing and them making their first steps, as well as to hear them say their first words, which would spark intense joy in my heart: the joy of being a father.

We'd be so eager to conceive another child with my wife as soon as she heals from the birth. We won't be using any form of birth control, so our family would grow rather quickly until it becomes truly huge. Each one of our little angels would be a precious gift to us, so we'd enjoy taking care of them immensely. Our house would constantly be packed to the brim with so much joy and laughter. We'd both watch in awe as all of our kids grow up into happy and healthy adults. Overall, we'd raise a big and beautiful family together.

Several years after us beginning our life together as a married couple, we'd have had seven children, with another one on the way. I'd absolutely love them from the bottom of my heart - they'd be our precious darlings. I'd absolutely love my dear wife, too, and she'd be becoming more and more attractive to me as the time passes. I'd absolutely love our amazing family in general and wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.