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gettinitdunn006
I had a really great time writing this one. Definitely more to come, especially if I get some positive feedback. I hope it's as fun to read as it was to write!
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DREAMS OF MATERNITY
Part One


March 23rd

My name is Stephen, I’m a 20-year-old college sophomore, and I’ve had a pregnancy fetish for as long as I’ve been aware of sex (and a non-erotic fascination with pregnant women since well before that). Sorry if that sounded like an introduction at a support group, but I almost feel like a support group is what I need at this point. How the hell am I supposed to get with a pregnant woman?

I’ve never had a serious girlfriend. I’m not even sure I want kids, never mind knocking someone up in the foreseeable future. I’m not super comfortable seeking out a pregnant escort, even if they were at all easy to find. Jerking off to pregnant porn isn’t quite cutting it for me anymore, and I feel truly desperate to do something with my desires as they creep closer and closer to obsession.

There’s an avenue toward realizing some of my fantasies that I’ve yet to explore, though: lucid dreaming. If I can manage to learn to take control of my dreams, I can have dream sex with pregnant ladies to my heart’s content. Nightly, even. It’s not the real thing, but I think it’s the best I can do at the moment, and I’m ready to put in the time to get it going. If I can pull it off, it will be worth just about any amount of time and effort it may require.

Starting today, I’m going for it. A lot of the advice around how to get started is to do little reality checks throughout the day, noticing your surroundings and determining whether you’re currently awake or asleep. One thing you may notice, for example, is that clocks will usually look strange in dreams (and normal in waking life, obviously). If you do these little reality checks frequently enough while awake, it can become a habit you’ll continue while dreaming.

Once you’ve determined things are too abnormal to be occurring in the real world, you can know you’re dreaming while you’re doing it, and hopefully manage to get some control over your dreams in the process. Focusing on what you want to dream about as you fall asleep can supposedly be helpful, too (and should be a pleasure!). Control achieved, I can start fucking pregnant women all night long. With time, anyway: it’s not known to be a short (or particularly easy) process.

Keeping notes on any and all dreams you can remember is supposed to help you take control, too. That’s what this diary is for: I’ll record all I can remember in my journey toward fucking pregnant women while I sleep. I’m excited.


April 3rd

I had my first bit of lucid dreaming success last night! Modest, admittedly, but I did achieve a bit of control. I was in a supermarket and, performing a routine reality check, discovered the writing on the cereal boxes was nothing more than squiggly lines. Elated to have realized I was currently dreaming, I rushed around the store, starting conversations with everyone I saw. Their responses were…weird. For instance, I said “How are you?” to one elderly woman, and she pointed to the ceiling and said “Toads. All toads.” So, yeah, talking to dream folks may not be a particularly fruitful avenue.

I managed to stay in the dream for what felt like 5-10 minutes, starting bizarre conversations with a number of fellow shoppers. However hard I tried to will it, though, I could not find anyone pregnant. Bummer on that front, but awesome that I finally got somewhere with being aware while within a dream!


April 8th

Another step forward last night! Excitingly enough, this dream was set within a maternity ward, precisely the setting I’d been fantasizing about while drifting off to sleep. I realized a problem in my strategy pretty quickly, though: I’ve never been to a maternity ward in my life, and thus had no frame of reference for what it would be like inside. The setting would presumably guarantee some preggos to be found, but, per my subconscious mind, the ward was pretty close in vibe to a deserted mid-sized airport. No fucking idea why.

It was pretty frustrating, knowing I’d managed to conjure the facade of a promising setting but failing miserably at finding another living soul, never mind anyone pregnant. Progress has been made, though, I’d say. I did choose the setting the dream took place in, even if I’d done so without putting enough thought into it. If I can get where I want to be again (and choose a place I can more easily imagine), I don’t see why my brain couldn’t take a few more steps and come up with a pregnant woman for me to interact with. Fingers crossed for next time…


April 10th

Okay, more progress: an actual pregnant lady appeared in one of my dreams last night! She was teaching the class I found myself in. I noticed I was dreaming this time because we were being taught the alphabet, which is not a common subject when you’re a college student. Also, she was way off as far as the content of the lesson went: “ass” and “knives” aren’t letters in our alphabet, far as I know.

Overall it was a pretty standard stress dream, with a surprise test I was wholly unprepared for being passed out, and my being completely unable to read anything that was printed on the paper. I did manage, though, to get out of my seat as my fellow students took the test and approach the pregnant teacher. She looked close to full-term and wore a loose blue floor-length dress. I asked if I could touch her belly, and she nodded wordlessly and arched her back to push it out further toward me. Touching it through her dress, it was extremely soft to the touch, far more so than the few bumps I’ve had the privilege to touch in waking life. There was barely any resistance at all when I pushed in on it, my palms immediately going surprisingly far into her round midsection.

It alarmed me, and I woke up after touching her for mere moments. Still, though: a pregnant lady appeared in my dream, and I touched her bump. Just need to get the bump consistency closer to the real deal. Maybe I need to start thinking about how pregnant bellies actually feel as I fall asleep?


April 14th

Another appearance from a preggo, and in a sexy context this time. No touching of the belly, though. I thought about seeing a curvy pregnant woman in a bikini at a beach as I fell asleep, and my subconscious conjured exactly that. The public beach I found myself on was far too crowded for my liking, people’s chairs and blankets just a few inches away from each other. It was hard to get a solid measure of the size of the entire beach, but it sure felt like I was in the dead center of the jam-packed mass.

My eyes went immediately to the water, though, where the only person enjoying the ocean was a tall blonde in a black bikini, wading up to her knees. Her pregnancy seemed to have swollen her belly exclusively, the rest of her body fit and lean looking. That belly, though! Perfect sphere, smooth, free of any marks I could discern from my 10 yards or so of distance. She dunked her cupped hands in the water and let the water she collected drop down onto her bump, rubbing it in once it had completely dripped through her fingers. Glistening in the sun, she was truly a sight to behold. I felt my dick stiffen significantly in seconds.

That’s where things took a turn for the worse. The anonymous people surrounding me got louder and louder. I noticed they were all staring directly at me, many pointing at my crotch. Sounds of laughter were easily discernible, as were words like “pregnant,” “boner,” “pervert,” and “fetish” (also “sasquatch,” for some reason). My face felt flushed, and I glanced back out to the pregnant lady. She was submerged to her neck now, and was glaring at me while slowly shaking her head in disappointment and disgust. Somehow I retained my boner, and abruptly came in my pants. The entirety of the crowd somehow knew I climaxed, words including “premature,” “orgasm,” and “illegal” reaching me clearly.

I have no idea why things turned on me so suddenly, nor how every single person on the crowded beach seemed to immediately become aware of my horniness and resultant orgasm. My subconscious mind had been kind enough to create the sort of pregnant eye candy I’d wished for, but really seemed to be judging me with the whole humiliation angle.

The orgasm was what woke me up, as it turned out to be a wet dream, my boxers sticky and wet to the touch upon inspection. Fantasy turned to nightmare, plus a mess to clean up. I’m trying to remind myself of the progress I’ve already made and not focus on this unpleasant experience.


April 15th

Well, last night was a hell of a lot better than the night before, so I’m not feeling too discouraged by my beach nightmare anymore. I decided to think about my high school crush (and current close friend) last night as I lay in bed, as I’ve always thought she would look really great pregnant. Luckily and very much confirming my suspicions, I got to see her in third trimester glory in my dream. She wore a tight t-shirt that didn’t fully cover her bump and tight jeans that really showed off her enlarged ass and hips.

We walked along a forest path that circled a small lake, and I began asking her questions about her pregnancy as soon as the fact that I was dreaming occurred to me (I noticed the water was perfectly still, which looked very unnatural). Past conversations with dream occupants have been awkward to say the least, but this was a little better, sensical at the very least. She told me it felt “awkward” to be so pregnant, and that she couldn’t stop “eating all the foods.” I decided to attempt more personal questions, and asked about the changes she’s experienced in her breasts. She said “they’re large with milk” and “my nipples are red.” So, not the most amazing conversation, but sexy-ish enough to satisfy me for the moment.

We came to a bench just off the path and I invited her to sit down. Wordlessly, she sat down and hiked her shirt up to the bottom of her breasts without my having to even ask. I sat next to her, immediately placing both hands on her sizable bump. This time, my dreaming mind seemed to have properly recalled the feel of a firm pregnant belly, and it was truly wonderful. Her skin was soft atop the firmness and had interesting patterns of light stretch marks on both sides. Her belly button was a very pronounced outie, which felt fantastic as I flicked it gently. We didn’t exchange another word during the dream, but I managed to stay in it for what felt like 7 or 8 minutes, enjoying her bump the entire time. Even in the dream, though, I couldn’t muster the courage to ask to see or feel any of her more private parts. Strange that I was still sorta shy when there were absolutely no stakes.

I woke up with a near-painful erection and relieved it immediately. Jerked off to the dream twice this morning, too. Nice to have a sexy dream without anything unsettling, stressful, or embarrassing occurring. Definite progress, but I think I’ll be able to take things even further with more practice. I can’t wait.


April 21st

It’d been a few days since I’d had any luck, but last night’s dream started promisingly enough. I made the surprising jump from experiencing one preggo in my previous dreams to more than I could manage to count in this one. A reality check was hardly necessary to figure out I was dreaming: I found myself on a football field surrounded by many heavily pregnant and completely nude women. At first, it seemed I’d achieved some sort of incredible fantasy scenario and was really in for one hell of a sexual experience. When they all started approaching me with slow steps and rigidly outstretched arms, though, I began to get nervous.

They closed the distance between us alarmingly quickly and instantly shoved me to the ground. I landed face down, then felt them start dropping their heavy knocked up bodies onto my back. I was absolutely covered in preggos, and not in a hot way. This was unquestionably a nightmare. Breathing felt impossible, the weight of the mob was painful, and I wasn’t even oriented in a way that would allow my hands to explore the mass of pregnant flesh pushing me several inches into the grass.

I woke up gasping for air and hoping I’ll have fewer nightmares with more lucid practice. What a waste of a mob of naked pregnant chicks that was!


April 24th

Fuck yes! Last night’s dream let me experience a fantasy of mine in a way that I don’t think would even be physically possible in the real world (at least not with my average-sized dick). I was in a cheap hotel room (with a fucked up-looking analogue clock on the wall that gave away the dream) with two pregnant escorts in bathrobes. No one explicitly stated they were professionals or anything, but it was the type of thing you just know within the dream’s logic. “Undress,” I said with some authority in my voice, and they both immediately unfastened their robes and let them drop to the floor.

“We want your cock,” they said in creepy unison (luckily, this would be the only creepy aspect of this enjoyable dream). One of them was blonde and petite, massive tits drooping onto her basketball-esque bump she was carrying impressively high for being so clearly near the end of her pregnancy. The other was a tall redhead with more modest tits but an even bigger bump with a comely teardrop shape.

I quickly decided to undress and dropped my own robe to the floor. My dick was HUGE. I probably sport a fairly respectable 6 or 7 inches (erect) in real life, but my still-flaccid cock was at least 12 inches in the dream. After rubbing a belly with each hand for a minute or so I was completely erect, now 16 inches or so and displaying serious girth.

My biggest sexual fantasy is probably the bumpjob, and I realized quickly that with this long of a hard-on, I could easily position the three of us to allow my dick to rub both bellies at the same time. I gently moved both ladies so they were facing each other with just a few inches separating their protruding bumps, then got my cock right in between. “Tighter,” I requested, and they moved closer to each other, both bumps pressing firmly into my massive dick.

Beginning to thrust, the friction and pressure I got from this arrangement was positively divine. Even within a fantastical dream, I knew I wouldn’t be able to fend off orgasm for long. And I didn’t, as I felt myself start to spasm in climax within 2 minutes, max. I pulled back a bit so that I could angle myself to shoot directly onto the redhead’s belly. The amount of cum I produced was as astounding as the size of my dick had been a few minutes prior. It shot out further, faster, and in far greater volume than I’ve seen in even the most unrealistic porn. I was able to coat her entire bump in semen without even having to spread it out with my hand (usually a part of my fantasy), and I was still producing once she was amply covered. So I angled myself toward the other preggo’s bump and proceeded to coat the entirety of her belly, too. And I was still shooting, now facing out into the center of the room, the absurd spray falling onto the dingy carpet.

I woke up, not even remotely surprised to find the aftermath of a wet dream. If I’m going to have dreams of this incredible quality, I couldn’t care less about having to clean my underwear in the morning. It’s a very small price to pay for this level of fantasy fulfillment. As a lucid dreamer, I finally seem to have arrived at my full potential. Let the adventures continue!
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gettinitdunn006
DREAMS OF MATERNITY
Part Two


April 28th

I decided yesterday to try out a new method, looking through pics of pregnant celebrities to find someone I’d like to bring into one of my dreams for some fun. As soon I found photos of an expectant Natalie Portman, I knew I had found just what I was looking for. Wanting to produce as accurate a dream likeness of her as possible, I looked at every pregnant image of her I could find, and watched at least a dozen non-preggo interviews to get a feel for her voice and diction. I really hoped I could bring a little more realism to conversation/general human interaction with such research, as that has probably been the thing most conspicuously absent from my lucid achievements.

An image on my laptop of a heavily pregnant Natalie Portman was the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes for the night, and was the first thing I saw when my dream started. The fact that pregnant Natalie Portman was in my bedroom was an extraordinarily obvious giveaway that I was, indeed, dreaming. She wore a long gray maternity t-shirt and short jean shorts, just like in one of the photos I’d studied. You’d hardly guess she was pregnant beyond the belly sticking out 8 inches further than her modest bosom, as she seemed to be carrying very little fat anywhere else on her body.

I’m not sure my subconscious nailed her personality in our short pre-coital conversation, but I do think her voice sounded authentic. I didn’t ask her any questions related to her fame or celebrity or anything like that: I simply asked “Do you want to have sex?” She shot me an impatient look. “Yeah, of course. Why the fuck else would I be in your bedroom?” Unsubtle, sure, but at least it made sense. My brain’s dream dialogue skills are definitely improving, which is awesome.

She took off her clothes and I took off mine. Honestly, nothing was very remarkable about either of us in this dream. Her bump looked good but not outstanding, and the rest of her was a bit thinner than I tend to go for in ideal situations. We fucked in the missionary position, both cumming once. The dream ended abruptly after our adjacent orgasms. So very vanilla…

Celebrity, apparently, is not a very interesting thing to focus on in my lucid dreaming pursuits. It was cool to fuck a movie star, I suppose, but it did little for me beyond that. There are other things that excite me much more, and I’ll be focusing more on them in the future. Lesson learned, though, which is certainly worth something.


May 1st

In the few nights since the Natalie Portman disappointment, I’ve mostly focused on size, trying to have a dream with a larger pregnant woman than I’ve yet experienced. Last night, this desire was very much met. And it was really fucking awesome. The star of the show was an absolutely massive Latinx woman, very far along in her pregnancy with quintuplets (the number of fetuses never explicitly stated, just inherently known in that dream-logic manner). Curiously, she never uttered a word, just burped a great deal with a variety of different inflections. Somehow, I knew exactly what each burp meant, and the whole thing played out as though she were directing my every move.

For the entirety of the dream, she sat naked on my bed with her back against the wall, legs spread wide to allow her sublimely huge gut to rest on the mattress in front of her. Her position may not have changed, but everything else about the dream was far from static. At the start of the dream, her belly was stretched out in front of her about as far as her ankles would’ve been if her legs were able to point straight ahead. By the end, it took up the whole queen-sized mattress, even threatening to spill off over the far edge of the bed. Impossible shapes and sizes rendered possible by my ever-improving imagination: I loved every moment of this one.

I felt the constant urge to hold her entire bump in my arms, a goal which became less and less feasible as the bump rapidly expanded. Arms stretched out as far as they would go and trying to take in as much of her form as I could with a giant hug, I soon ended up with my whole naked body on top of her soft belly: a second, more comfortable mattress to rest on. I was getting horny as hell through all this, naturally, and my dick seemed to magically find her cavernous innie of a belly button. It was the perfect diameter to accommodate me, but was a far deeper hole than was necessary for my fairly average genitals.

I fucked it slowly and steadily as I continued to hug her gut, cumming hard (another wet dream, not-so-shockingly) after thrusting for 3 or 4 minutes. The semen dribbled out of her navel and I spread it around her belly as much as I could, managing to cover about 5% of it in glistening whiteness. She burped her approval and I woke up, getting out of bed instantly so I could clean the semen off myself.

I need to think about absurdly large preggos more often; this was a seriously good time.


May 2nd

I hardly had time to figure out what my next dream goal might be, as I had another extremely vivid lucid experience the night after the colossal burping lady. This one was kind of a shocker: I was the pregnant woman this time. Not something I’d ever fantasized about or thought to attempt in a dream, but I understood the situation as soon as I looked down and saw a full set of milky tits and feet-obscuring round bump occupying my very own torso.

The unfamiliar, austerely furnished room I found myself in contained a full-length mirror, so I spent a few minutes just taking in the sight of my nude self as a pregnant woman. What a trip! To my surprise and delight, I found myself pretty fucking hot. Shoulder length auburn hair, swollen dark brown nipples, blemish-free 39 week (I just knew) belly, pleasantly filled-out hips, nicely maintained bush: I had a whole lot going for me.

In fact, once I’d taken in the sights I had to offer, my right hand rather quickly went to work on my crotch. I rubbed my pussy (MY pussy! Holy shit!) enthusiastically while alternating between massaging my firm bump and pinching my sensitive nipples with my left hand. It was a lot to take in, and I could hardly believe it was happening, even in a dream. I may not have fantasized about this before, but I really should’ve. The whole situation got me immensely turned on, and I came pretty quickly for someone who’s never rubbed his own clit before. Then I quickly came again, thrilled to be experiencing the multi-orgasmic potential of the fairer sex. Fucking awesome.

As soon as I came for the second time, the door behind me opened, and via the mirror I saw an already naked and fully erect man enter the room. “Hi,” he said nonchalantly. I was instantly attracted to him, and really wanted to do something with that cock. In my 20 years of waking life, I don’t believe I’d ever had a non-straight thought. As a woman in this situation, though, I was instantly and intensely attracted to this man. He walked a few steps into the room and just stood there, hands on his hips and dick pointing right at me as I watched him in the mirror’s reflection. I turned around, took two steps toward him, kneeled down, and started blowing him.

This turn of events shocked me thoroughly but only momentarily, as I very quickly learned that, in this situation at least, I REALLY liked sucking cock. I went at it hard and fast, the head of his dick bouncing against the back of my throat as I bobbed my head. I gripped the base of his shaft with my left hand and cupped his balls with my right. It was thrilling. Even as a first-timer at performing fellatio, I could tell he was approaching climax when I felt him start to twitch slightly in my mouth. Disengaging from the oral sex, I quickly stroked his imminently-cumming cock while angling it directly over my baby bump.

He moaned loudly as he shot his load right onto my belly, just as I’ve fantasized so many times about doing with my own dick (when I have one) onto another preggo’s belly. As soon as the last drop of cum fell, he turned around and unceremoniously left the room, closing the door behind him. I turned around to watch myself in the mirror again as I methodically and thoroughly rubbed the semen into myself, producing a glorious opalescent shine across my whole pregnant belly. Being pregnant is fantastic, I discovered to my utter delight.


May 9th

I’ve done a lot of thinking over the past week following my lucid turn as a pregnant woman. Maybe even classifiable as “soul-searching.” Without really ever having had a moment of attraction to male genitalia prior to last week’s dream, I felt the need to investigate what that fascinating dream means for me. And…I don’t know, exactly. But, happily, I am not freaked out by it. If it turns out I’m into dick when it’s pregnancy-adjacent, that is perfectly fine. Even when it’s not at all related to pregnancy? Also fine.

No judgments of any kind: the mind and body want what they want, and I really fucking wanted that cock when I felt like a pregnant woman. Feelings like that may come up again in any number of contexts, and I see no reason to deprive myself of the joy I felt performing fellatio and getting a load blown onto me. It’s harmless pleasure, and I can’t and don’t wish to object. That’s all on that topic.

Relatedly, though, I suppose, was my goal for my dreams last night. Following the idea of pregnancy-related dick turning me on, I decided to immerse myself in some mpreg stories and discussions on the pregnancy fetish forums. Would I, as a man in the presumptive dream, be attracted to the dick of a pregnant man? Would I be attracted to a non-pregnant dick if I was the pregnant man in the situation? I was very curious, and frankly eager to once again be as turned on as I was by the dick in last week’s fantastic lucid dream.

My thoughts about and immersion in the topic worked out for me, and I had a dream last night in which I did, indeed, encounter a pregnant man. We were in a studio apartment, paintings of cats covering most of the walls for whatever the fuck reason. Both nude from the start of the dream, sitting next to each other on a twin-size bed. The guy was about as hirsute as a human can get, dark brown hair covering everything I could see save for his throbbing 8 inch erection. He was a massive man (undoubtedly 225+ lbs before pregnancy and well over 6 feet tall) with a massive bump (about 8 months worth and looking like it had stretched him as far as his skin would allow and then some).

We made a bit of small talk about which seasons we liked and which we disliked, then he got on all fours on the bed, facing away from me, so that I could fuck him. I kneeled behind him, found that my dick was already very much rigid enough to get the job done (I don’t think I’d even noticed my own genitals prior to this moment), and entered him carefully. It was my first anal experience, giving or receiving, waking or dreaming. So, I certainly can’t attest to the accuracy of the sensations that occurred within the dream. I can attest to how fucking tight and awesome it felt according to my subconscious, though. And reaching around to grip his huge hairy bump with both hands while I fucked him was a real treat.

I pulled out and told him to sit down as I was approaching climax, just managing to position myself above his bump as I shot my sizable load. Rubbing vigorously, he made sure to coat his whole belly with my cum, then licked his fingers when he was acceptably glazed. We high-fived, and I woke up. Felt a bit guilty that I didn’t get him off, but I can’t really control when my dreams will end (not yet, anyway). And he was a fictional character my mind made up, so he probably didn’t feel too heartbroken over it.

The whole thing was super hot. I loved it, which didn’t really surprise me, but was very nice to learn nonetheless. So, I like a dick when I’m a pregnant woman, and I like a dick on a pregnant man. Do I like a dick when I’m the pregnant man? Do I like a dick when neither of us are pregnant? These remain open questions, but…yeah, I’m pretty sure the answer to both is “yes.” I’ll just have to find out for sure, you know, for peace of mind…not at all because of how horny for cock I’ve become…

Oh, and that was another wet dream. The last 3 or 4 have been, can’t remember if I recorded that. I’m probably forgetting to mention it at this point because I’ve come to take it as a given, at least for the non-nightmare experiences. This new endeavor is truly going excellently, especially when measured in semen shot into my nightwear.


May 11th

Not to brag, but I really hit a home run last night. I watched and read about a great deal of pregnant orgies over the past several days, and I was rewarded with a dream in which I had an all-preggo harem at my disposal. Every size, shape, and race was present and accounted for, the total number of knocked up ladies overwhelming enough that I could not manage to get a definitive count. I’d estimate 20-25 if I had to guess, but I’m really not confident of that at all. They were all over the place in a huge outdoor space featuring white marble floors and columns plus a multitude of impossibly soft beds: a magnificent spectacle to behold.

[Side note: By this point, as I continue to realize wild pregnant fantasy after wild pregnant fantasy, it’s become very easy for me to take control of my sexy dreams. It’s pretty fucking obvious to me that I didn’t suddenly end up in a real-life situation with several dozen naked pregnant women ready and eager to serve me sexually, to use this latest example. Anything involving pregnant men tends to be a dead giveaway, too. Who woulda guessed?]

I don’t even know where to start with the details on this one. I fucked. A lot. The most salient detail is probably that in this particular fantasy, I did not have a refractory period. I came in each and every woman I stuck my dick into, and I never had to wait between preggos. Just a phenomenally good time. It felt like I spent a solid 2 hours straight fucking, though it’s never really possible to gauge the length of these dreams. Ample time to sample what my mind had put on offer, certainly, though it probably would’ve taken three times as long to fuck every preggo in the dream.

The harem scene feels like the apex of my pregnancy-obsessed lucid dream pursuit, something that may be impossible to top. The two gender identity mind-fucks that preceded it and put me in touch with my inner cock-lover were nothing to sneeze at, either. I feel like I’ve got this process fairly well figured out, routinely experiencing the fantasies I attempt to invoke. In terms of a tool for practice, the diary may not be strictly necessary anymore.

However, there are myriad other facets of the pregnancy fetish to explore inside my head, experiments to conduct to pinpoint the things that turn me on the most, potentially even leading to some real-world attempts at sexual adventure. I’m pretty sure I’ll continue writing this shit down, even if it just becomes a masturbatory aid for me. Gotta jerk it to something, after all.
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