The door is open, please cum inside. – An organic approach to pregnancy preventation. [Short]

I am stupidly obsessed with the fantasy of you, the man who owns me in my entirety, to also unload himself in his entirety into my little womb. I crave the warmth of your slimy goo, your satisfaction, the gratification of having been a good girl for you. – So, naturally, my door is wide open for you to sink and cream right in.~

But I don’t want to get pregnant. I want to stay a lithe little thing for you to tower over, for you to toss me around, to feed my complex of seeing you as superior to me. – Feeding my desire for approval, for worth, for recognition.

The issue is that I really don’t cope well with taking the pill. ㅠㅠ Ever since COVID I feel like I lost grip on my life and I don’t trust myself to take it on time. Not to mention that it gets me really dizzy! – Gladly and sadly alike there currently is no reason for me having to take the pill at all, as there is no “you” in my life, worth taking it for.

But once there is, once you enter my life, I crave a different approach. I crave to ask my four pawed friend for help. For him to coat and glaze every nook and cranny of my little womb with his liquidy spunk, only increasing my pussy’s heat as he eagerly opens my little hole up for you to take.

For you to simply claw into my milky skin, to thrust away as I pant and drool, as I eagerly bounce back until your heavy ballsack hurts from slapping against my needy hole and as your cup around my fragile frame, as your fingers pinch my nipples and tease my clit. – As my eager little hole snuggles up against your throbbing shaft, all the while my feet kick out in pleasure, it is your warm gooey spunk filling my little womb that drives me over the edge as I slowly melt right there in your arms.

And in a perfect world, it is now where keeping a man’s best friend excited would pay off, to seal up the cumshake of the most beloved men in my life only to earn a passionate, sloppy kiss from my master as his rough hand eagerly pats my stomach, gently tapping on it, caressing it – knowing what lewd cocktail is slowly becoming part of his most valuable possession as his four pawed friend can’t help but add splashes of spunk atop on his duty of keeping the gates from flooding.

It would be in moments like these, where we feel that a lovingly cooked steak on an Sunday afternoon isn’t repayment enough for the sacrifices he makes to help is master to enjoy breeding his bitch to the fullest without her relying on chemical drugs to take his load.~

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jultrt/the_door_is_open_please_cum_inside_an_organic