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In my younger wild oats dayz... I once rooted this pregnant chick to full-term, then left before forced step-dadism.
It began like this...
An ex found out that I was single and decided to call me up one night for a quick root. She was a crazy chick but good in bed. So I decided, “why the fuck not?”
A bit of wine and dine and 69...and then came the deed. I asked her if she had protection...she told me not to worry as she was pregnant!!
“Huh???” I exclaimed as my dick went limp. Turns out that she was dating this guy that was bi-curious, and when she fell pregnant, he stressed out and told her that he wasn’t mentally ready to be father to a child and then promptly left her for a previous bum-chum. I asked her if she was std-free, and she said that she’s had all the necessary screening done to go through with the pregnancy and was in the clear.
So we fucked! And fucked. And things got kinky. And I drank breast milk. And we fucked. And she insisted that I fist her frequently so she could have a smooth delivery in months to come. I obliged a lot. And we fucked...and so forth and so on. And before we knew it, it was almost the proverbial 9 months later.
Whilst we weren’t ever seclusive to each other, and I lived a long distance away, it was only ever meant to be a fuck-buddy convenience. After all, I wasn’t ready for a long-term relationship at that stage and she got to have sexual gratification while pregnant. Not an easy feat in the singles scene.
In the closing weeks she got very emotional and demanded that I marry her and help raise her child. It started freaking me out, and the emotional baggage that I was setting myself up for seemed too much for me to fathom or handle.
I wanted time-out and she told me to go and fuck myself. Which I did...
A year passes and I never heard another word from her again that whole time. Then one day I bumped into one of her close girlfriends. And she brought me up to speed.
It turns out that she called the bi-curious father of her child and demanded that he stop being a sissy and help raise their child together. He apparently started crying and then agreed to be a father and stop being a poofter. And now apparently they root a lot!
I thanked her friend for the information and walked away in somewhat disbelief of the whole sordid affair and eventual outcome.
WTF...wtf...wtf...wtf???
The Bend...
:Crisco:
It began like this...
An ex found out that I was single and decided to call me up one night for a quick root. She was a crazy chick but good in bed. So I decided, “why the fuck not?”
A bit of wine and dine and 69...and then came the deed. I asked her if she had protection...she told me not to worry as she was pregnant!!
“Huh???” I exclaimed as my dick went limp. Turns out that she was dating this guy that was bi-curious, and when she fell pregnant, he stressed out and told her that he wasn’t mentally ready to be father to a child and then promptly left her for a previous bum-chum. I asked her if she was std-free, and she said that she’s had all the necessary screening done to go through with the pregnancy and was in the clear.
So we fucked! And fucked. And things got kinky. And I drank breast milk. And we fucked. And she insisted that I fist her frequently so she could have a smooth delivery in months to come. I obliged a lot. And we fucked...and so forth and so on. And before we knew it, it was almost the proverbial 9 months later.
Whilst we weren’t ever seclusive to each other, and I lived a long distance away, it was only ever meant to be a fuck-buddy convenience. After all, I wasn’t ready for a long-term relationship at that stage and she got to have sexual gratification while pregnant. Not an easy feat in the singles scene.
In the closing weeks she got very emotional and demanded that I marry her and help raise her child. It started freaking me out, and the emotional baggage that I was setting myself up for seemed too much for me to fathom or handle.
I wanted time-out and she told me to go and fuck myself. Which I did...
A year passes and I never heard another word from her again that whole time. Then one day I bumped into one of her close girlfriends. And she brought me up to speed.
It turns out that she called the bi-curious father of her child and demanded that he stop being a sissy and help raise their child together. He apparently started crying and then agreed to be a father and stop being a poofter. And now apparently they root a lot!
I thanked her friend for the information and walked away in somewhat disbelief of the whole sordid affair and eventual outcome.
WTF...wtf...wtf...wtf???
The Bend...
:Crisco:
