Pregnancy Fetish – Sophie Gets A Big Belly Part One

It’s no secret that I have a pregnancy fetish. I’ve always wanted to be a breeding bitch. I’m a kinky perv and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Even out in public, I can get really frisky and flirty. One day, it was my outgoing nature that got me laid.

I was at a farmer’s market. It was really hot outside so I only wore a pair of short shorts and a tube top. No bra and certainly no panties. They didn’t need to get ruined with sweat.

I was at a vendor who sold fresh fruits and veggies. He was totally checking me out but in a creepy way. It gave me goosebumps but not in a fun way. I smiled politely and tried to keep walking. His eye-fucking made me so uncomfortable and that means a hell of a lot coming from me.

Then, a really handsome guy stood beside me looking at some watermelons. He smiled sweetly at me so I smiled back. I took a chance and put my arm in his, leaning against his shoulder. With any luck, he was a straight guy without a girlfriend. Should I risk it?

“See anything you like, babe?” I asked the newcomer. I was really hoping he’d take the hint and play along so I could avoid the salesman’s attention.

He looked at me and winked. “Sure,” he gave me a once-over, “I like my melons to be all-natural.” I guess the risk was worth it.

That was easily the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

It made me laugh hysterically. What kind of flirt would I be if I couldn’t keep up? “Me, too. No GMO’s, no preservatives or hormones, no condoms.”

His laugh was genuine. I think I took him by surprise. “What was that last thing you said?” He asked through fits of laughter.

“I think you heard me,” I said trying to subdue my own giggles. It wasn’t my most glamourous moment but you know sometimes a funny chick is the sexiest thing in the world. It’s not healthy to take things too seriously all the time.

“That sounds like risque and dangerous play, don’t you think? You could end up pregnant that way, you know?”

So, I smiled and winked. “That’s what makes it fun…and hot. Besides, bareback always feels so much better.”

He gazed at me and swallowed hard. “Is that some kind of invitation?”

I pressed myself against him and kissed his cheek.

It was a safer bet in case he had a jealous girlfriend. I’m totally up for playing with girls but sometimes they get catty with their boyfriends. Just as my lips were pulling away from his cheek, he turned his head just a little bit and pressed his lips against mine.

“So, I take it you accept my invitation?” He nodded so I grabbed his hand and we walked to my car. The poor salesman was left behind to only wistfully dream of himself between my legs. “Well, let’s have some risque fun then.”

I couldn’t wait to get him home. because I couldn’t wait to feel him cum deep inside of me. That thought made me wet and walk faster. The sooner we got to my bed the better.

Can’t wait for Part 2 of my pregnancy fetish blog on Friday? Check out my audio blog version with more dirty details that I can’t put in here. If you’d like to read more naughty action, go check out my Bratty Domination blog.

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