I don’t get to publish enough on this blog about breeding – until relatively recently, it wasn’t a kink that I shared. But as time goes on I collect more kinks (like Pokémon, one day I hope to catch ’em all) and the more I read about breeding the more I find myself drawn in. There’s something quite primal about pregnancy. I think so, at any rate. As does this week’s guest blogger, who is here with a fabulous explanation of why – despite being resolutely childfree – his vasectomy still gave him some feelings around abandoning the possibility of having sex with someone who’s pregnant…

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As someone who had sex for the first time impulsively, reading this guest blog made me feel like I’d missed out on something really cool. I am so grateful to this guest blogger for sharing her experience of first time sex – the knowledge that you’re about to do this thing comes with such resonance and power. And she’s captured it in quite breathtaking detail. Please welcome this week’s anonymous guest, and join me in the thrilling journey that she takes us on, as she describes that feeling of being filled and fucked for the very first time.

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I am positively gleeful about this week’s guest blog because… well… I have an affinity with this fabulous anonymous writer. She and her partner are happily childfree, having known for a long time that they definitely don’t want kids. But at the same time, they play in a space that is outrageously sexy – and very much one of my ‘things’ these days too. Here’s a hot introduction to this writer’s breeding kink…

Note that this piece contains honorifics like ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’ in a role play context – the participants are definitely not related, and everyone featured is well over 18. 

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This glorious story about being used as a set of fuck-holes is written and read by the fabulous Sundial, and originally appeared on her website. 

And here I am, a nearly naked shackled X bent at the middle. The lower part of the X is formed by my gorgeous new spreader bar. My ankles are wrapped in the supple leather that are its cuffs, unable to move. My torso is laid face down on the table. My arms are stretched out, tits squashed under me. My wrists are secured in leather shackles which you (rather ingeniously) attached with belts to the legs at the far end of table, forming the upper part of the X. There is no give at all, I cannot move.

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This red-hot dogging erotica is written and read by Molly, of Molly’s Daily Kiss, and originally appeared on her website. 

“What about you Gina? Fancy a bit of late night dogging?”

Gina felt the heat of embarrassment flush at her cheeks as the lads continued their banter between themselves.

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