It’s still a tremendously consuming desire of mine to have at least one child via conception, pregnancy and birth the way nature intended. Until that happens — IF it ever happens — I cannot seem to disconnect my desire to nurse a lover and my desire to be impregnated by him.
Though I am very choosy and cautious about which lovers I have taken inside me without protection or birth control, I crave bareback baby-making sex so much that men who don’t also share this desire lose my interest pretty quickly, even if they adore taking succulent time at my breasts. I feel bad about this, but it’s just how I’m wired right now.
A man who tells me he wants to seed me, breed me, fill me to spilling with his naked desire is a man who makes me gasp and swoon.
I can’t help it. I crave it! This primal need to conceive and swell and make breast milk naturally is so ingrained in me. My nurturing, mothering, care giving instincts are stronger than ever and my body reacts to those leanings with the offering of my breasts and the opening of my thighs.
I fear that having my own children isn’t in the cards for me, but I adore men — ADORE THEM — who want to try to make that dream for me come true.
Sex for baby making is the most exciting, pleasurable, intoxicating intimacy. To be suckled and seeded is, for me, the Holy Grail. 🙂