[Fiction][24F] Breeding lottery (part 1)

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!”

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My plain boring Tinder fuck date [24F]

I met this 40M on tinder months ago. I like “aging” my dates. I keep a long list of guys and I patiently pick one every month. Some have been waiting for their turn for more than a year. He had been texting me for months. We even made plans once before but I had to bail out. So, I felt like giving him a prize for sticking out.

The day comes. He invited me to his apartment for “dinner”. We had a nice long chat. This was the first time we had met. I wanted to truly know him. He’s smart guy. I enjoy a good conversation. He owns his company and everything so this is a successful guy.

Things started to get more heated as he took out a nice wine. Tequila and wine are the only drinks I like. We started making out. It was a good hour or intermittent conversations and kissing.

The right perfume is a great aphrodisiac [24f]

The other day I finally got close to this guy I’ve been scoping out for weeks. He hit every note of what I look for in a guy and, after running my long game, I create a scenario where I very subtly let him know I was interested, then got us alone. And as soon as I had my hands around his neck, right up against his chest… disaster. Complete disaster. My new boy was wearing Le Labo… the distinct intoxicating smell brought me right back to a very recent, and very painful, relationship I ended. Boys, you’re playing a dangerous game wearing cologne out. I promise that you smell AMAZING without any cologne at all and, please, let your girl mark you with a scent. How things smell has a powerful effect over me. Clean and fresh bedsheets are a huge aphrodisiac. And Le Labo pulls my olfactory senses back to an amazing, GORGEOUS, fun, intelligent guy I dated who compulsively would not stop lying to me.

I [24F] let my professor lick popcorn butter off my tits last week

When I was still in college, I noticed one of my professors. He was teaching one of those stadium classes and he just looked so sexy up there behind the lectern. On several occasions I masturbated to him in the dorms when my roommate was at classes and yeah, he popped into my imagination more than once when I was having sex. So, I’d make a point of going to office hours while wearing outfits that were just a touch too skimpy for classes. One time I carefully planned my move and wore a hoodie when I walked in his door then, when I was the only student, unzipped my hoodie and I was only wearing a tank top, no bra. He almost choked on his coffee then nervously looked into the hallway to see if anyone was about to walk in. What was interesting was he never addressed it… didn’t want to make it a thing… but you could clearly see my nipples through the tightly stretched ribbed fabric.

When I [23F] almost flashed my girlfriend with my butthole

This weekend something happened that scared me to my core… one of my new friends, who is an absolute doll and more fun than a cartoon Saturday morning, started swiping through my pictures on my phone when I passed her my precious device to see a pic of a dress I had worn previously. I froze in terror. If Jerry Seinfeld were still making his show, he and George would definitely have had an episode where the pudgy Mr. Costanza would have howled in their coffee shop, “you don’t swipe!” to Jerry’s nodding approval.

[23F] Do you ever feel like risking it all while fucking your best fuckboy ever?

When I’m lying in bed at 3am, wide awake because my circadian rhythm is now permanently fucked from lockdown, my mind often wanders and I meditate on everything from embarrassing moments to things I need to stop procrastinating about… but, eventually, I always end up fantasizing about the AMAZING sex that I had with lovers who are now so far in my rear-view they’re now embalmed in my memory, forever trapped in 2016, or whenever our lovely tryst ended. Yep, my internal monologue usually goes something like, “if you could have any of them just one more time… who would it be?”

Twists that the night brings [23F]

At an upscale venue the other day, a man, several years older than I, remarked that my generation is bereft of attachment, meaning we, the Gen-Z, flit from one dalliance to another with as much nostalgia as a goldfish. His argument cantered around how Gen-Z consumes his, Gen-X, childhood like Cobra Kai, Ghostbusters, and the like. I found it incredibly arrogant as to think that this recycled media was something anyone born after 1995 asked for in the first place. Instead, it accosted our attention, not unlike the man sitting next to us. Still, he was handsome and confident… plus he bought me and my friend a very expensive round, so we allowed him to continue, I mean, a Blanton’s old fashioned will ALWAYS get my attention.

Now, I don’t usually suffer nonsense, but my friend, let’s call her Bianca, had already seamlessly told me with her eyes that she wanted to give this man her attention. So, here I am, unamused, but slightly buzzed. So, I pulled a Taming of the Shrew with this philosophical Gen-X’er and demanded he find me a worthy friend, or I’d cock block him with my buzzed and horny companion who is, without question, every bit as gorgeous as yours truly.

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[23F] 3 guys and 1 night

When it comes to the internet, everyone is a voyeur… you get to search for new kinks you might not even know you like or just tried and true content that you already know you want to see. One of the most interesting thing about the internet in 2021 is the accessibility to people that would have been very insulated even a few years ago. Back in the day you had to make do with tweeting at so-and-so, fully knowing they’d never answer you and your message would be lost in a sea of noise, riding the ether along with the petabytes of other images, videos, and inane chatter. If I had been born in the late 80s, instead of the late 90s, I would have been stuck in early facebook years and none of you would have ever seen my tits or know about my deep love of pegging men who crave domination. I want to say that I spend in the ballpark of 2 or 3 hours a day interacting directly with people on various platforms and I really dig being the subject of so many voyeurs.

23[f] what it would feel to be a nude model and be immortalized forever

This weekend I spent a lovely few hours taking advantage of living in a major metropolitan city and FINALLY got to go back inside one of our museums. Far too few of us still take the time to remember that there is beauty in this world that is created out of the imagination of people, and we’re all not just a sorry lot, doing each other dirty and wallowing
in cruelty. The museum is also an amazing place to get hit on by the kind of men who open the car door for you and eat your pussy. If you have an exhibit pamphlet stuffed into the jacket pocket of a Brioni suit, I’m already wet before you’ve made your first witty observation to me.

So I was there with my friend, drinking in masterpieces while scoping out yummy MmmmmBAs and juicy JDs when we paused on this oil on canvas painting of a stunning young woman that, frankly, could have been either of us had we lived during the Renaissance. We both silenced the intoxicating click-pop of our Parisian heels in front of that graceful and fascinating creature, frozen for all time and all I could think to myself was, “good for you thot!” Now, don’t get me wrong, i almost fucking wept at the beauty that was captured by the artist, but this was no famous woman, she was some hot girl that some guy ponied up the cash to commission an artist to immortalize her.

[F23][bi] Opinion: Why [fdom] is better than [mdom]

I used to have the worst time focusing at work and sleeping at night the few days before I would see my male Dom. I had this amazing nervous energy from simultaneously being incredibly excited and terrified at the same time. It was more of an exhilarated terror, like the moments before a plunge on a rollercoaster. I would wonder if this is how my subs would feel a day before they were to present themselves to me? I really hope so…