One day, I was wondering about how two random people meet serendipitously and end up having babies together. This is the most important part of your life yet the baby daddy ends up being a random guy. Every girl think they chose their partner, but it’s an illusion. You don’t get to choose who you meet in life. The truth is that life already chose for you. Life chose where you live and where you go to school. Life chose your country. Life chose how much money your family had when you grew up. Life chose who you met during you’re fertile period in your lifetime. Life chose your genes and those of your partner.
After realizing how random everything else is and how little of a say we have in all of this, I decided to play a trick on life. I would make a lottery and let the winner breed me. My womb was the ultimate prize. I want babies so I would be happy with the outcome. At 24 years old my body is screaming, “Baby. Baby. Baby.” My womb is screaming, “I am ready.” My pussy is screaming, “Cum inside!”
I knew many people would judge me harshly and treat me like a slut. But it is hard to explain how they think they are making a decision but not really.
It took me a while to plan this. To get into the lottery, all they had to do was tell me their age (to avoid minors) and express their willingness to go through this.
I published an F4M R4R and I asked each player to send me two numbers from 1 to 70. The winner would be that who guessed the two winning numbers from the Mega Millions lottery from the first draw next month.
The rules were simple:
1. Email me two numbers from 1 through 70.
2. You win if your two numbers are drawn in the lottery.
3. If you win, you do a full panel STD test. You send me the results and proof of age.
4. I’ll tell you when I’ll be ovulating, and you fly to me that date.
5. You get 3 hours to do your best job that night. You get to do whatever you want as long as you do not hurt me.
6. You fly back and find out through my social media if you did the job well.
I didn’t expect so many guys to contact me. But they did. I had people from all the corners if the world contacting me. My email inbox was blowing up. I just stopped checking the emails.
The day of the drawing came. 7, 10, 12, 61, and 65 were the winning numbers. I was so nervous. These random numbers determined the baby daddy. I searched through my email. The only problem was that there were 3 winners! I didn’t think this through! I didn’t expect there would be so many players! Now, how would I choose?
I asked each of them to send me a new number. I didn’t ask what for. They sent me 1, 19, and 69. I decided to do this over 3 days to maximize the chance of getting knocked up. Number 1 got the first ovulation day. Number 10 got the next day. Number 69 got the last day. I just sorted them numerically.
Guy number 1 was a handsome 39-year-old African man. I felt really lucky. He lives far away but he was very excited.
Guy number 10 was a 5’7” overweight man from Boston. I could tell from our email exchanges that he has a funny personality. He sounded pretty laid back. I could tell he was average at everything but his determination to breed me really showed up. I felt he was born for this moment. He knew he had to get this done.
Guy number 69 was a South Asian guy. He is in his mid 20s. Also laid back but he didn’t speak much and didn’t tell me much about himself. He probably saw this as a new experience.
I calculated my ovulation date using an app on my iPhone. I gave each of them the corresponding date and the name of the hotel to meet me.
Day 1 came. I was very nervous. I was meeting him for the first time. He had been in the city for 3 days already and he had been doing touristy stuff. He tried to get me to join him before but I preferred to stick to my plan to avoid any chances of ruining my it. My heart rate was going through the roof.
(To be continued)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x439d1/fiction24f_breeding_lottery_part_1