I desperately want to breed this beloved Aunt of mine. Shes older by a couple years but I want to breed her before she becomes infertile. Shes in her early 30s now. I believe I would be helping her out tbh!

ThaIt cracks me up that folks on here are so quick to jump to "FAKE! DUDE!" when someone shows up who changes expectations.
I'm not going to verify, because I'm not here for YOU. I'm here for myself, thank you.
No, my real name isn't Molly. It's the name of a character based on me.
It's not unheard of that i'd want to keep a level of anonymity in a community like this, no? The truth is, I happen to be a more-than-usually horny, 26 year old woman.
I keep a middle class corporate job, pay my taxes, feed my cat., love my husband, blah blah blah.t's not what we're here for.
This is a place for me to post my kinks. Fantasies. They're mine. I like writing about them. I wouldn't do any of this shit, but I like musing on it. I happen to get really turned on by thinking about things I shouldn't.
(Some of the piss, fisting, facial, older men stuff I'm totally into, and have practiced. My husband is 10 years older than me, and he loves to fist me for hours. I'll share some stories, later.)
But I would NEVER exploit or psychologically traumatize someone underage.
I mean, technically, I have. But they came on to me, and the age gap wasn't substantial.
Actual rape is an act of violence, not of sexuality. It is THE IDEA of helplessness, the YEARNING to be manhandled...
The point is, I'm not here to "catfish". I'm not even here to get you off. (Although, if it happens, I'm okay with that. I love it when men spill cum for me.)
I'm just here as an outlet, so I don't go stark raving mad and fuck everything that moves while my husband's away.
Although, I did get caught early on with two guy friends I met online. I got myself blackout drunk and fucked them both. BLACKOUT drunk. It was so hot. One of them hadn't fucked a girl in 4 years. When he came inside my bare cunt, he flooded me. It was so BAD of me.
The (then) boyfriend actually forgave me for that. He understands my struggle.
He really gets me. So yes, I'm very lucky.
I really love cum, though. Especially creampies. The breeding fetish comes from my infertility. Lame, I know. But, because I can't ACTUALLY get pregnant, I've fetishized the whole deal. I'm also very lucky, in that my husband doesn't mind indulging that fantasy with the dirty talk and bareback play.
So. Yes, I really am a girl. I don't give a fuck if you believe me. This is me.
Nice to meet you!

I have been a doctor for several years, and I confess that I love when a man received an injury to his genitals, I love making them feel impotent or less men, mentioning how strange it is that his penis is so small, if the blow was in the testicles, I mention infertility and impotence as very likely and the possibility of amputating the testicles and even the penis, I love seeing their terrified faces, I feel so powerful and if I have removed testicles and penises from men who really needed surgery, I loved it destroy them physically and mentally. a kiss and take care of your parts guys.

I sat at the bar on New Years eve, pondering life. There has been so many ups and downs, especially the downer of how my wife decided to leave me for a married couple. The funny thing was, we never had any issues – it was just out of the blue. When she came to me about it all, she said it wasn’t me, that she just wanted to explore her sexuality and that she was being selfish. She said she didn’t mean to hurt me, and even let me keep the car, the house – hell I got to keep everything. We had no kids as she was infertile, which was fine. Me being 46, no kids, no wife – I was just kind of done with everything.
So there I was, drowning my sorrows and in my own thoughts, and this girl sits down next to me. I thought nothing of it, I was too invested in self-pity. Fuck I didn’t even notice her sit down until she ordered a beer.
“What would you like miss?” The bartender asked as he wiped the counter down.
“I don’t like domestic, gives me a headache, do you have Newcastle or Guinness?” she asked with a soft voice. Good choice, I thought – and I was pulled to pay for her drink but decided self-pity was the theme of the evening.
“We’ve got both”
“I’ll get a Guinness then!”
“Hey, you need a refill?” I heard her ask. I didn’t think she was talking to me, but I noticed my glass was almost empty, I turned to see who she was talking to. I almost fell out of my chair, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her bobbed black hair framed her face perfectly, her luscious lips sparkled and her eyes seemingly looked right into my soul.
“Oh um, me? I might call it a night,” I said to her as I shyly looked away.
“That sucks, I’ll tell you what, and it sure looks like you could use someone to talk to – so stick around. I’ve got this round, you get the next?” She smiled and checked her phone.
I looked at the bartender, “I’ll have what she’s having,” and I looked at her, “thank you for your kindness.”
I don’t know why I said that, it just came out of me – “thank you for your kindness??” are you fucking kidding me? Yet, it seemed to work.
“I’m Cindy, happy New Year to you…”
I smiled, “I’m Mike, happy New Year to you too, pleasure to meet you.”
The bartender came with our drinks and we clinked them together, “to better days, yeah Mike?”
“To better days, Cindy, I sure need them!” I laughed.
“Why, what’s up? Tell me about yourself, Michael!” She said, using my full name – which was shocking, no one ever did that, so it was strange to hear.
“Oh boy, my tragic life, it’s pretty uninteresting. Where do I start? My wife left me a year ago to live with a married couple she’s been screwing around with behind my back, but at least she left me with everything – we got divorced, and well, I haven’t heard from her since. Which is fine I guess. I can’t complain about my job, I love my job. I work with labor unions, organizing non-union workers and helping people get a decent wage…”
Cindy took a sip of her Guinness, “how crazy is that, what your wife did? If you really love someone you wouldn’t do that – I’m so sorry that happened to you. Hell, she could have at least asked you to join them! If it’s any consolation, I got dumped by my fiancé 2 years ago and haven’t looked back. I figure once someone breaks trust like that, there’s no going back. I don’t even really think about him anymore at all.”
“Yeah, I thought she was the one, ya know? And I’m sure you thought your ex was the one too – otherwise you wouldn’t have been engaged, right?”
“It always amazes me how people lack compassion and empathy these days. We’re a rare breed you and I…” she took another sip of her drink, “People who actually give a fuck… who care, it’s so damn rare. She hurt you out of her selfish needs, as did my ex. The hell with both of them!”
I laughed, “agreed, the hell with them,” I raised my glass and we clanked them together and laughed.
We talked for hours, it was almost 10:30 PM, and Cindy showed me the time on her phone “the end of 2024 is almost here.”
“Hopefully that’s a good thing, Cindy.”
“Hey, you want to bring in the New Year with me? My place or yours? Why stick around in a bar when we both can talk and chill together?”
I was a bit shocked, “Are you sure you want to bring in the New Year with a 46 year old guy who’s probably going through a midlife crisis?”
She smirked, “Dude, you’re hot. I like older men. You got that salt and pepper hair, tall dark and handsome, with those dark brown eyes I could lose myself in… I’ll cure that midlife crisis of yours,” she laughed and nudged my shoulder.
“I’m not far away, my house is just down the road a bit…” I told her, and then asked, “How old are you?”
She bit her lip, “Don’t freak out, I know I’m a bit young – I’m 24. And I trust you, I know people pretty good, I’ve got a good sense about people – you give me a good vibe, so yeah, let’s head to your place.”
She followed me to my house, we both parked in my driveway and went inside. I took her jacket and hung it up, then showed her to the living room. She sat down on the couch and giggled.
“What kind of movies do you like? I’m going to guess science fiction and fantasy from the figurines on the TV cabinet,” she said pointing to a dragon figurine.
“You would be correct! I love sci-fi and fantasy, a lot!”
“Oh we’re going to get along just fine, Mike – just to let you know I’m not into sports… at all.”
My heart skipped, “Neither am I – I find them boring! Oh shit, let me get you a drink. How’s rum and Coke?”
“Perfect! Oh shit we forgot to get Champaign!”
“I actually got some from Costco the other day, it was a $50 bottle and I planned staying here for New Years and not going out but… well luckily I did!”
I chilled the Champaign on ice as we drank our rum and Cokes and got to know each other even more.
As midnight approached I got the Champaign ready and got a couple of Champaign glasses – we counted down together, “3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!!!”
I found myself in her arms, our lips were touching, our tongues were exploring. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me against her body. I could feel her soft breasts pushing into my chest as my hand gently caressed her face.
We must have kissed for 20 minutes straight, and our hands began to wander. She pulled back, again biting her lower lip.
“I don’t fuck on the first date,” she said with a sly smile, “but we’re not on a date!”
She unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down and started sucking my cock. I leaned back on the couch and let her go to town. Her sexy black bobbed hair swayed and caressed her face as she swallowed the whole of my cock. She quickened the pace, jerking me off and sucking as my cock got harder and harder – I didn’t want to cum just yet so I stopped her, and pushed her down on the couch. I pulled her shirt up, undid her bra and pulled her pants and panties off. I started licking her lovely soft breasts, teasing her hard nipples and worked my way down to her completely shaved (waxed) pussy. My face dove right in. Her juices were sweet, succulent, she tasted like no other women I’ve ever been with. She moaned and cried out in pleasure, her body shaking and quivering with each lick. I pushed a finger inside her, she was tight as hell. I started working my finger as my tongue lapped at her dripping cunt. She exploded in pleasure, literally. I’ve never been with a woman who can squirt, but she did – the warm fluid gushed on to my chin, on to my chest as she writhed in orgasmic delight. She let out a guttural scream, “FUCKKKK!! OH MY FUCKING GOD MIKE!!” Cindy nearly passed out.
I cuddled into her as she was recovering, she started stroking my hair, “holy fuck – who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you learn how to do that??”
“What?” I asked.
“No one has ever made me squirt, I’m the only person that can do it – you’re the first person to ever get it right!” she was panting.
“Oh you’re in a lot of trouble mister,” she said as she pushed me back, and started sucking my cock to get it rock hard again. When she got it hard enough she mounted it, taking it all inside of her. She started riding me, her breasts bouncing on my chest as her lips met mine. Her pussy was way too tight, I wasn’t going to last long at all.
“Holy fuck you’re so god damned tight Cindy… I’m not going to last long…”
“GOOD!” She pushed me deeper into her tight hot hole, looking into my eyes – she was mesmerized, as was I.
“Such a beautiful cock Mike, oh so good….” She said as her cunt stroked me deep inside her.
“Cindy….” I murmmered as my hands gently clenched her cloudy soft breasts.
“Give me all of your cum Mike, fill me up…” Cindy whispered.
I did. I erupted deep inside her, my cock jumped and pulsed as cum sprayed inside of her. She moaned and began grinding my dick in her pussy. I could feel every detail of the inside of her tight pussy, she was milking my cock dry. There was so much cum her tight little cunt couldn’t hold it all, so it started dripping out and down my balls. She got off me, and I felt her mouth licking the cum off my cock and balls. After she was done she cuddled into me.
“That was perfect,” Cindy sighed.
“Can I get your number?” I asked jokingly.
“Ya think??” she laughed.
We both got serious for a second, “would you be opposed for me taking you out on a date?”
She kissed my lips, “I’d love that. But remember, I don’t fuck on the first date!”
We both laughed.
“Cindy, seriously, I’ve never met anyone like you and honestly dating you wouldn’t really be about the sex, it’s about getting to know you – because it just seems like you were put in my life for a reason.”
“Mike, everything happens for a reason. I’m a big believer in that. Bad things happen and we learn lessons from them. Good things happen and fill us with joy and happiness. So, let me be clear – I won’t ever cheat on you Mike, I know that I’m just saying words to you – but I know how it feels. And I know you’ll never cheat on me either, because you’re a 46 year old guy banging a 26 year old.”
We laughed.
“Cindy, you’re way mature for your age – I don’t even see your age.”
“Oh, I see your age – that’s a kink of mine,” she smiled, “don’t get offended if I start calling you daddy, and beg you to spank me for being a bad girl.”
“Oh you’re a bad girl, huh?” I said as my hand smacked her ass.
“Oh daddy, I’ve been so bad…”
We ended up fucking again, this time doggy style. I was trying to go soft on her with the spanking but she kept telling me to smack her ass harder. I did.
“I’m so fucking bad daddy, spank me!!! HARDER!! HARDER DADDY!”
She has so much energy, and she got off from me spanking her while fucking her from behind. She came, her ass jiggled and I couldn’t hold off, and came inside her again.
We both collapsed – we were exhausted.
“We forgot to drink the Champaign.”
I showed her were my bedroom was, and she stayed the night. We both fell asleep in each other’s arms and when I woke up, she was still there. I made her breakfast and we spent the day together. We fucked a few times more on New Years Day too. I got her number, and we’ve been seeing each other every day. I took her out to eat on Saturday – it was a good date. At the end of the date I drove her home and walked her up to her apartment.
We kissed and she asked if I wanted to come in for a cup of coffee. I smirked and pinned her up against her apartment door, “I’m going to break you of that fucking on a first date rule,” my hands groped her breasts.
She opened the door to her apartment, shut it and we fucked right there on the floor. I ended up staying the night. I’m seeing her again tonight, she’s coming over to my house.
Yesterday I actually asked her if she is on birth control, her only response was “nope.”
My response, “good.”
She responded back with the smiley face emojie with hearts for eyes.
“Breed me daddy.”
Sure, we’re moving way too fucking fast – but life is life. I don’t give a fuck. I think I’ll eventually ask her to move in, and perhaps if all goes well – perhaps to spend her life with me. I know there is a massive age difference. I’ll be 62 and she’ll be 44, I’ll be 72 and she’ll be 54. But at least we would be happy in knowing we were in good company. Shit, I sound like I’m falling in love… I probably am in love.
I confess I’m in love with a girl I met 8 days ago.

I confess, I want to knock up some slut.

There's more to it than that. I fucking hate kids. I despise them, but I'm compelled to make them. It's a biological imperative. I need to pass on my genes, I need strong sons to knock up other sluts in their day so their sons can, and so can theirs.

Lucky for me, there's only one one thing that gets me harder than the idea of pumping my cum deep into some chick's womb, knowing her body belongs to me, knowing she wants my baby in her belly, and that's knowing that she wants mine instead of her faggot husband's.

I grew up in a really wealthy area, and a lot of my acquaintances are upper middle class well-to-do people with careers and nice neighbors and white picket fences. They're all a giant bunch of pussy-whipped weak-willed little shits who grew up right because mommy made them, and now they have these skinny wives with token careers who tell them how to spend their money because they can't function if a woman doesn't guide them by the nose. These limp dicks don't deserve to have their bloodlines carried on. I want them to raise my bastards. I want to throw their women on the bed and tear off their clothes and slam their cunts until they can't walk straight. I want them to sink their nails into my back when I give them the big hard cock their money bags could never give them. I want them to scream my name over and over. I want them to wrap their legs around me and beg me to pump them full of cum and knock them up with triplets. I want to go to their barbeques and see these bitchy little WASP women walk around with big swollen bellies because of me. I want to fuck them throughout the pregnancy, too - nine months of toe-curling cunt slamming. I want to see their stomachs grow and their breasts swell with milk while they lie in the afterglow of their sixth orgasm and dream about names for my babies before I give them number seven. Maybe I'll fuck them after, too, and make their titties squirt out milk while I give them baby number two. I want to knock up the whole neighborhood, I want one wife to tell the other and the next and the next, and all these whores will come to me because their husbands are infertile, or just too pussy to knock them up for real, and they want a dick that's proven. Then I want to get Christmas cards from these faggots with their slut wives and my families in ugly sweaters and I'll laugh and laugh and laugh.

I don't care if the husbands know, shit, it'd be better if they did. I don't care if he beats off into the corner while I make his wife's eyes roll back in her head, or he sits on the couch watching TV and pretends not to listen to her screaming my name and the headboard slamming against the wall across the house, or if he's in the goddamn nursery building the fucking crib. It's not like I'll respect them any less.

Picture related, exactly the kind of woman I would've loved to put a baby into.