“Making babies” with an older acquaintance
There was this acquaintance I would hook up with every now and then. We didn’t know each other outside the bedroom, but the chemistry between us was fucking magnetic. He was older than me—almost 13 years—and god, it showed. There was a confidence in the way he moved, a hunger in his eyes, a control in his hands that made my pulse spike every time. Every time we came together, it was fire—raw, unfiltered, unstoppable. No protection, just skin pressed to skin, sweat slicking us together. When I wasn’t ovulating, I’d let him cum inside me. It was always a bit of a gamble, but it turned me on.
He’d look at me, slow and deliberate, his gaze dark and loaded, and ask, “Can I cum inside?” That calm, commanding tone made me shiver, made me want to say yes before I even had a thought. Sometimes I’d hesitate for a second, just to feel the weight of him, almost like testing him, before giving him that little smile and whispering, “Yeah, it’s fine.”
If it wasn’t the right time, though, I’d remind him, “You can cum inside, but we might make a baby.” There was something dirty about saying it—like we were playing with fire, knowing exactly how dangerous it could be. It made everything feel more urgent, more real. The thought of us creating something together, of me being that vulnerable to him, turned me on in a way I couldn’t quite explain. It was reckless but thrilling.
Eventually, he started asking me to say "no" when it wasn’t safe, and to save the baby talk for when it was. I agreed, but god, it felt even more intense when we got to that point. The idea of “making babies” with him? Fuck, it was dirty in the best way possible. There was a part of me that loved the idea of being filled with him, of him releasing everything inside me like we were creating something permanent. It was strangely intimate, but still hot as hell. Every time, when he would nut so hard inside me, I’d feel his release flooding me, and it felt like we were both losing control in the best way possible.
He was good in bed, no doubt about that. But honestly, it wasn’t just about the sex—it was the rush, the risk. We were so close to something real, something that could change everything. And the thought of it only made it hotter. Even though I could feel the weight of it afterward, the thrill of those moments kept me coming back.
He’d look at me, slow and deliberate, his gaze dark and loaded, and ask, “Can I cum inside?” That calm, commanding tone made me shiver, made me want to say yes before I even had a thought. Sometimes I’d hesitate for a second, just to feel the weight of him, almost like testing him, before giving him that little smile and whispering, “Yeah, it’s fine.”
If it wasn’t the right time, though, I’d remind him, “You can cum inside, but we might make a baby.” There was something dirty about saying it—like we were playing with fire, knowing exactly how dangerous it could be. It made everything feel more urgent, more real. The thought of us creating something together, of me being that vulnerable to him, turned me on in a way I couldn’t quite explain. It was reckless but thrilling.
Eventually, he started asking me to say "no" when it wasn’t safe, and to save the baby talk for when it was. I agreed, but god, it felt even more intense when we got to that point. The idea of “making babies” with him? Fuck, it was dirty in the best way possible. There was a part of me that loved the idea of being filled with him, of him releasing everything inside me like we were creating something permanent. It was strangely intimate, but still hot as hell. Every time, when he would nut so hard inside me, I’d feel his release flooding me, and it felt like we were both losing control in the best way possible.
He was good in bed, no doubt about that. But honestly, it wasn’t just about the sex—it was the rush, the risk. We were so close to something real, something that could change everything. And the thought of it only made it hotter. Even though I could feel the weight of it afterward, the thrill of those moments kept me coming back.
6ヶ月前
