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I've always been maternal. Since the days of dollies and tea parties and dress-up dates, I've always been the one toting the most baby things (prams, clothing, baby bags)and playing out my fantasy of being a mother. In secrecy, I'd stuff my dress with a pillow that made me look very pregnant and then rumpling up tops to recreate that 'milk laden' tit effect. I'd pretend to nurse my babies,too.

But then I grew up, giving my 'motherhood' fantasy the heave-ho and taking up the mundane things of teenage life: crushes, sports, friends, and so on. I was a late bloomer with that 'childhood fantasy' imbedded in my mind. And so, it's no wonder where my life's led me.

I've been pretty reckless (losing my virginity to a one-night stand) then mass-producing my carelessness by having unprotected sex with my future ex-consorts (trust me, they didn't count as boyfriends because of their selfish natures). Over and over, I'd let them rub their hot and horny bodies against me, revving me up as well, then proceeded to foreplay (which was an issue that lacked sexual equality) and then to the main event.

Five consorts later, I married the man who'd shown some remorse for my sexual misgivings and we happily entered our "married sex life" with mutual masterbation and foreplay. It was around this time that I've starting craving for something riskier but natural: I started to crave being pregnant! Before we'd married, I'd jump on him at anytime to get his little virile swimmers into my womb. Luckily for him, I was sticking to my birth control religiously so I'd avoid waddling down the aisle 6 months pregnant...but still, I'd take charge in bed, jacking his shaft, coaxing his white lusciousness out and enjoying the ecstacy of feeling his throbbing cock expelling his cum into my pussy.

We fucked like horny teenagers more often and I couldn't get enough of his ejaculating into my pussy. So I then started playing around with my birth control, telling him I forgot to put my ring in after the deed's been done. We've done this song and dance for about two months and now he doesn't seem to care whether I'd put it in or if the damn thing's still in it's packet. He's found my diary which tracks my cycle and the number of times we've had sex and he's come to the realization that I want it so much, he's started to give me what I want.

As my new year's resolution, I've started to trap his fresh sperm in my hungry hole with a plug (be it anything that prevents the runny baby makers out of me). Just this morning after my husband came in me, I slyly shoved a tampon in. I hope it catches...