Author: a_ninny-moose

The night my daughter was conceived [FM] [breeding]

We were ready. As ready as anybody is when it comes to this sort of thing, anyway. We were ready to make a baby, and tonight was going to be the night. I knew I was ovulating: the slippery wetness between my thighs all day; the tender, sensitive breasts; the unbelievable horniness that had been building throughout the week. Tonight was the night that he was going to get me pregnant.

I dressed up in my sexiest lingerie and lit some candles to set the mood. Who says trying to conceive has to be all work and no play? I was waiting for him on the bed when he got home from work… pretending not to notice when he walked in, loosening his tie and ogling my bare ass where it peaked out from under my negligee.

“Let’s get you in trouble,” he said, stripping off his shirt and starting to unbuckle his belt. I rolled over and sat up to appreciate the view, and gave him a little something to look at as well— my breasts were barely covered in this particular nighty; my nipples were already hard and begging for attention under the thin black lace. Read more »

The handsome stranger at the bar… [FM] [cheating]

My husband was ignoring me. Again. We’d fought in the car, *again* over something trivial and ridiculous *as per usual,* and from the moment we walked into the restaurant he’d barely even acknowledged me. So I sat at the bar, all prim and proper, while my husband flirted with some barely legal intern. You’d think that, after dragging me to a dinner party for *his* job, the least he could do would be to introduce me to his coworkers. Or at least get me a drink. Especially with all the effort I’d put into looking nice for this evening… full makeup with red lips that matched my red heels, my favorite black dress that emphasized my long legs; I’d even worn a skimpy little thong on a whim, thinking I’d surprise my husband with it later that night. But my husband hadn’t looked at me all night, and so there I was at the bar getting my own drinks. Read more »

My high school reunion turned into a night I’ll never forget [FM] [cheating]

I stood outside the building for just a moment, closing my eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths. *You can do this, it’s just your high school reunion. Don’t be a pussy, just go inside.*

I opened my eyes and opened the door, stepping into the restaurant and looking for my friends and not-so-friends. Hard to believe it’s been 10 years since most of us last saw each other. I tried not to think of all the accomplishments everybody else could brag about, when all I had to show for those 10 years was an unused bachelors degree, 2 kids and some stretch marks. Marrying straight out of college had seemed so romantic when I thought he was the love of my life. Now, at 28 and having just discovered I’m pregnant again, with a cheating husband who was disgusted by my pregnant body and breastfeeding tits, I often found myself wondering if I’d made the wrong choice. Read more »

My first kiss and my first time on our last night together [MF]

“Jess? Are you awake?”

I opened my eyes as I tried to recall where I was, and who would be waking me up in the middle of the night. A faint smell of smoke was in the air, and I was curled up in the back of my best friend’s SUV.

“God you look so beautiful like this.”

Slowly I started to come to my senses— it was the last weekend before Labor Day, and we were all headed to different universities by the end of the week. To celebrate our last summer together, we had built a bonfire and bribed our older siblings to bring us beer in a field outside of town. I hadn’t had much to drink, but the evening was dragging me down and I told everyone that I was calling it a night. Jake had encouraged me to sleep it off in his car before morning came. Morning, and a new life without Jake. Morning and a fresh start without the guy who I’d had an unrequited crush on for as long as I could remember. I could’ve sworn it was Jake’s voice, but he’d never said anything like that to me before. Read more »