Hello! I hope you're all doing well and perhaps enjoying some cooler whether right now as I am. I've been working on my latest creation, which as the last one, i the longest by far! You can get here: The Statistic
Here's an excerpt:
She nodded, her forefinger now knuckle deep and stroking. “Oh yeah, they’re 100% yours. I’m not sure how much I was involved.”
“How so?”
“Have you seen me lately?”
He joked. “Not at all, tell me.”
“Well, I’m huge.” She said, sexual tension dripping from her tongue. She thought for a moment. “Close your eyes.” She said.
Charlie obliged and closed his eyes, leaning back, his headphones on listening to her whisper and purr into his ears, speaking incredibly quiet as if she were right beside him.
“So, because you haven’t noticed at all, you’ve gotten me into a bit of trouble since you last saw me.”
“Oh?” He played along, he was loving this. His cock in full view now as he stroked, which he knew she’d love.
“Mmm, indeed you have. See, I’m a bit pregnant now. Well, quite pregnant, actually.” She paused, watching him squirm.
“You don’t seem to care much, so I’m going to tell you what you’ve missed.”
Charlie tried to keep it together, thinking about her.
“You just had to go and put twins in me on the first try, didn’t you? And you ran off, leaving me to fend for myself, to incubate your babies all alone.”
She massaged her gorge for a moment, humming as she breathed out, and continued. “I’ve gotten much bigger since you’ve abandoned me, abandoned us. Poor little me and your two tiny ones. Though they weren’t tiny for long. You missed so much Charlie, how could you?” She was gushing every word now, knowing what she was doing to him.
Charlie was giving it his all not to finish before this sexual roleplay was over, it was uncharted territory, it just happened and they both embraced it.
“Oh Charlie. tsk-tsk. What a bad boy you’ve been, leaving me here to grow and grow and grow all by myself. Growing out of every pair of jeans, and every dress and shirt and tank top I have. Even yours don’t fit anymore, not even yours! The doctors say I’m in trouble Charlie. They don’t know how I’m standing up anymore, and Charlie is nowhere to be found. I’m growing every single day and you’re missing all of it, every inch of it. I’m carrying your babies, but you are nowhere to be found. You know, your two babies fight for space every day, and I just can’t make room anymore. Every morning I look and see what you’ve done to my poor body, such a shame.”
Read the rest here: The Statistic
Thanks for checking it out and thanks to Gunzewka for inspiring it and for getting me out of a huge writer's block!
Stay safe out there,
- LC
Here's an excerpt:
She nodded, her forefinger now knuckle deep and stroking. “Oh yeah, they’re 100% yours. I’m not sure how much I was involved.”
“How so?”
“Have you seen me lately?”
He joked. “Not at all, tell me.”
“Well, I’m huge.” She said, sexual tension dripping from her tongue. She thought for a moment. “Close your eyes.” She said.
Charlie obliged and closed his eyes, leaning back, his headphones on listening to her whisper and purr into his ears, speaking incredibly quiet as if she were right beside him.
“So, because you haven’t noticed at all, you’ve gotten me into a bit of trouble since you last saw me.”
“Oh?” He played along, he was loving this. His cock in full view now as he stroked, which he knew she’d love.
“Mmm, indeed you have. See, I’m a bit pregnant now. Well, quite pregnant, actually.” She paused, watching him squirm.
“You don’t seem to care much, so I’m going to tell you what you’ve missed.”
Charlie tried to keep it together, thinking about her.
“You just had to go and put twins in me on the first try, didn’t you? And you ran off, leaving me to fend for myself, to incubate your babies all alone.”
She massaged her gorge for a moment, humming as she breathed out, and continued. “I’ve gotten much bigger since you’ve abandoned me, abandoned us. Poor little me and your two tiny ones. Though they weren’t tiny for long. You missed so much Charlie, how could you?” She was gushing every word now, knowing what she was doing to him.
Charlie was giving it his all not to finish before this sexual roleplay was over, it was uncharted territory, it just happened and they both embraced it.
“Oh Charlie. tsk-tsk. What a bad boy you’ve been, leaving me here to grow and grow and grow all by myself. Growing out of every pair of jeans, and every dress and shirt and tank top I have. Even yours don’t fit anymore, not even yours! The doctors say I’m in trouble Charlie. They don’t know how I’m standing up anymore, and Charlie is nowhere to be found. I’m growing every single day and you’re missing all of it, every inch of it. I’m carrying your babies, but you are nowhere to be found. You know, your two babies fight for space every day, and I just can’t make room anymore. Every morning I look and see what you’ve done to my poor body, such a shame.”
Read the rest here: The Statistic
Thanks for checking it out and thanks to Gunzewka for inspiring it and for getting me out of a huge writer's block!
Stay safe out there,
- LC
Wow! Thank you so much Golden! With each story, I try to do something new, and each time, I'm nervous it might not translate. This community has shown me that so far I've been on the right track! Thank you for the support and hope to release more content in the coming weeks. 