On being bred... A woman's narrative.
I can't properly see the instant of me being penetrated unless I am 'sitting' in a less than comfortable position. My man has a privileged 'birds eye' view as he penetrates and withdraws, then bores deeper and withdraws...
Nor can I see my pussy being shafted and screwed during intercourse. It is of course possible to have a camera beam the 'action' onto a well positioned screen but that takes away from really seizing and absorbing those visceral primal moments of possible conception. Far better for me to foster the images of my mind while being bred.
When I'm mounted, my lady nest is split apart by the intrusion of his manhood, my clitoris exposed and vulnerable. Thus taken and shackled beneath him, is when I am best impelled to 'go for it', seeking to be done as completely as any woman can be bred by man.
I'll demand his full attention, to search deep into his eyes and see his soul, I'll want his tongue flicking across my pouted lips with interspersed deep thrusts into my mouth. I need it all in unison, the eye gaze, the searching tongue, the sensuous full lip on lip fusion, his pelvic weight opening my slit ever wider. His hips, in rhythming motion, must remain fused to mine, pressed on my clitoris so that it's rapidly building tension is perfectly massaged and soothed.
I need to hear those haunted sounds of a man in the throes of breeding his woman, as he contorts and strains to flush her with seed. The changing pattern of his breath orchestrates his changing verbal utterances, declining to half words and then to syllables, laced with profanity, as he is about to spill. Once he has reached my deepest place I too will scarcely be capable of coherence, my quiet whimpers and murmuring gasps will grow to the wanton loudness of an impending climax. In the delirium of my striving for yet more selfish waves of gratification, I will somehow, retain sufficient clarity to direct him to the needs of my tits and nipples as he rides me, if he is omitting to pleasure them too.
It is he who is now trapped with no escape, his face wrestled firmly against the nape of my neck, like a bitch in heat grasping her dogs canine **** inside her I have him where I want him. A deep guttural groan signals the initial moment of seeding. Within an instant I am engulfed in a conflagration of woman spasm. My primal minds eye, at the point of his ejaculation, when he is pressed on top of me and deep inside me, will perceive an image of his sperm dancing madly in his bulging, bursting balls as the intense contractions of orgasm pump and spewed it out of him uncontrollably, swirling and swooshing to the entrance of my womb.
Prompted from somewhere deep in my subconscious, my heels already anchored on his butt will seeking to drive him deeper, as I arch my back so that the eye of his erection gouges my swollen, throbbing cervix, the entrance to my womb, just as he releases another spasm of cum driving it directly into my 'baby bed'.
I am awash with semen. He has completed his primary carnal duty. I have been bred.
The subsiding spasms, within me, continue to incite my need to be held in a prolonged deep kiss, my quieting jerks continue to assist his excess sperm to seep from between our still tangled bodies.
(I assert my intellectual rights to this blog. NB. Nobody is permitted to use this text in part or in whole for any reason other than to read for personal purposes.)
Nor can I see my pussy being shafted and screwed during intercourse. It is of course possible to have a camera beam the 'action' onto a well positioned screen but that takes away from really seizing and absorbing those visceral primal moments of possible conception. Far better for me to foster the images of my mind while being bred.
When I'm mounted, my lady nest is split apart by the intrusion of his manhood, my clitoris exposed and vulnerable. Thus taken and shackled beneath him, is when I am best impelled to 'go for it', seeking to be done as completely as any woman can be bred by man.
I'll demand his full attention, to search deep into his eyes and see his soul, I'll want his tongue flicking across my pouted lips with interspersed deep thrusts into my mouth. I need it all in unison, the eye gaze, the searching tongue, the sensuous full lip on lip fusion, his pelvic weight opening my slit ever wider. His hips, in rhythming motion, must remain fused to mine, pressed on my clitoris so that it's rapidly building tension is perfectly massaged and soothed.
I need to hear those haunted sounds of a man in the throes of breeding his woman, as he contorts and strains to flush her with seed. The changing pattern of his breath orchestrates his changing verbal utterances, declining to half words and then to syllables, laced with profanity, as he is about to spill. Once he has reached my deepest place I too will scarcely be capable of coherence, my quiet whimpers and murmuring gasps will grow to the wanton loudness of an impending climax. In the delirium of my striving for yet more selfish waves of gratification, I will somehow, retain sufficient clarity to direct him to the needs of my tits and nipples as he rides me, if he is omitting to pleasure them too.
It is he who is now trapped with no escape, his face wrestled firmly against the nape of my neck, like a bitch in heat grasping her dogs canine **** inside her I have him where I want him. A deep guttural groan signals the initial moment of seeding. Within an instant I am engulfed in a conflagration of woman spasm. My primal minds eye, at the point of his ejaculation, when he is pressed on top of me and deep inside me, will perceive an image of his sperm dancing madly in his bulging, bursting balls as the intense contractions of orgasm pump and spewed it out of him uncontrollably, swirling and swooshing to the entrance of my womb.
Prompted from somewhere deep in my subconscious, my heels already anchored on his butt will seeking to drive him deeper, as I arch my back so that the eye of his erection gouges my swollen, throbbing cervix, the entrance to my womb, just as he releases another spasm of cum driving it directly into my 'baby bed'.
I am awash with semen. He has completed his primary carnal duty. I have been bred.
The subsiding spasms, within me, continue to incite my need to be held in a prolonged deep kiss, my quieting jerks continue to assist his excess sperm to seep from between our still tangled bodies.
(I assert my intellectual rights to this blog. NB. Nobody is permitted to use this text in part or in whole for any reason other than to read for personal purposes.)
8年前
