I was nearly four months pregnant and I was desperately Hot.

I had worn out my Love Machine by fucking myself multiple times a day. It was no longer what I needed. I needed a man. I needed a man with a big tool to take me and drill into me until I lost my mind.

Of course, Michael my husband was not that guy. Now sex with him was something I dreaded. First I was terribly wracked with guilt that the baby might not be his, and second, fucking his tiny dick only made me even hornier, leaving me more frustrated.

I now resulted to giving him pregnancy-related excuses so he would stop initiating sex. I had kept to myself, mostly because sex with another man while pregnant did not feel right but my body was aching to be bleeped.

I was not showing yet so apart from Michael, no one else knew I was pregnant. I considered reconsidering my decision to stay away from my affair partners. I was not sure how long I would last this way.

On one particularly frustrating night, I woke up with my pussy aching. I checked the time, it was nearly 1am. Michael was fast asleep. I snuck out of bed, picked up my trusty Love Machine and headed to the living room. I knew this was not going to solve my problem but I needed any kind of relief with my situation.

I had taken off my clothes, had my legs spread and about to turn on my vibrator when I heard a sound of someone climbing up the stairs. That must be David, our next door neighbour, I thought.

What was he doing back so late? I hurriedly got off the couch and proceeded to gently open the door,....Continue Reading @

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A Short Romantic Story

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