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- Women Only -
Straight Female / 30

Failed Couple Swap

My husband dated a nerdy Asian girl who was known to suck guys off for grades. He’s always been incredibly smart, charming, cunning and athletic. I was not surprised when he told me she was obsessed with him. Somehow he ran into her and her husband at a work event. We have dabbled in a bit of swinging before, and spoke about couple swapping. However, I was intrigued when he mentioned how this woman eyed him in front of her husband. To him she seemed nervous, turned on, and afraid to be outed for her past. When her husband was pulled away, the conversation shifted and he could tell she was hot and bothered. She confessed her husband had no idea about her past, nor any idea how much she used her throat before marriage. She let him stick his hand underneath her skirt, and let her feel his crotch. When her husband came back they played it off and left them with an invitation for dinner at our place. Admittedly I felt a bit jealous but he’s been wanting a couple swap and the story turned me on. I gave him a blowjob in bed as he told me stories of using her throat when they dated. We debated how we would bring up the idea to them.

The day of dinner, I dressed up in a skimpy dress that showed off my cleavage and wore some sexy string underneath. I was thrilled to meet this couple and half expecting the same nerdy girl. An hour before our date my husband hiked my dress up and fucked me. I was soaked and he was energetic. When they arrived I was still wet, they were a good looking couple. Carl and Kaylee, she was gorgeous and fair skinned with an incredible ass. Carl was talkative but couldn’t keep his eyes off my tits. They were both short but Kaylee was the shortest, she had the body of a fit college girl. She was wearing some jean shorts showing off her legs. Her makeup and hair were done, I loved her nice pouty pink lips. My husband kept looking at her mouth whenever she spoke. I asked Carl to help me setup our table just to tease him. In the kitchen I made sure to give him looks, I wanted him to grab my tits or fondle my ass but he wouldn’t make a move. As dinner went on Carl became more drunk, and Kaylee was practically eye fucking my husband. The conversation finally turned sexual, but Carl seemed to be more of a nuisance. When we brought up the idea of couple swapping he mentioned he wasn’t into it. Kaylee was receptive, and called out how he once had a threesome with her and another girl. He got up to use the bathroom, I took him to our master and confronted him before he went in. He slipped out my tits to suck them and grabbed my ass but I stopped him and told him only if he agreed to a night of swapping. When Carl came back I made him repeat his words. I took him to our recliner and gave him a lap dance. My husband and Kaylee were swapping tongues. This triggered her husband, we stopped and he demanded no kissing. Things started to turn weird when he kept adding rules. Kaylee was frustrated, she wasn’t even naked just barely able to tease my husband. I gave Carl a blowjob and he started to ease up, I wanted him to fuck me but the blowjob seemed to drive him crazy. My husband turned on some music and placed a sleeping mask over his head convincing him it would enhance the experience. I watched as my husband rammed his cock down Kaylees throat. My husband seemed so much bigger when Kaylee was on him. Carl tensed up and came down my throat, then slowed down as he was falling asleep. We all laughed witnessing him pass out. We moved out to our bedroom and left him on the recliner. I ate Kaylee out while my husband had fun with her mouth, then he proceeded to fuck me. He wore me out but continued with Kaylee. She was so wet for him, i was surprised her small frame could take it so rough. Kaylee slept with her husband on our couch after making it seem like she stopped after he fell asleep. The next morning, Carl seemed bothered and asked if the night continued but didn’t bother receiving an answer before he stormed out with his wife.

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# 78686 - by Amanda / April 29, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 39

    A Very Dirty Little Woman Secret

    My first sex was in college and being shoved up against the wall by the tits, followed by forceful penetration. I crawled around on the floor looking for my panties, not being able to break eye contact with him.

    Ladies, what does it for you? Honey, how about a little sexy time? Or being slammed against the kitchen sink and having his dick forced in you?

    I'm not in the mood, or being held down while his dick goes to work and your 'headache' goes away?

    My man has the upper hand, because he took the upper hand. Sure, you can say that you fall in love, or you submitted to him. Either way, he is the hombre and you are the receptacle for his sperm.

    Whether you suck his dick or you lay back and let him get you pregnant, you tell him he is the man you follow. No shame in that.

    My grandmother has these old novels, where a man's "passion" took hold of him and she was overcome and fainted. Same, same.

    So, held up against the wall by your tits, and his wolf breath, or asking for permission to touch you?

    I vote for forceful penetration. It makes you want his baby.

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    # 78646 - by Marsha / April 27, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 38

    I Do Believe We Are On The Cusp Of The Modern Woman

    I am not anyone's princess. I have issues, and high on the list is trust. I am competent in my job but I don't socialize with people at work. I don't socialize. I never really had a date of any kind, I preferred to stay home than go out. The only family in my trust is my Aunt. Even my mother doesn't enter my inner sanctum.

    I read the WSJ because I believe they are the only news organization that still reports the truth. I don't watch news on television. I do use social media for news. I do use social media for entertainment, almost entirely I follow women, actually I do not fallow any men. I am woman centric but I don't believe or accept much of the women's movement, and after a lot of thought I cannot support abortion. It is beyond me how anyone can, why would a species intentionally destroy it's next generation? Abortion is wrong. It's my hill.

    In my complex there is a woman in my age group and we talk about what is happening to the women's movement. One day she invited me over, this is a common invitation, we have dinner together many times. She asked me to sit through it, she wanted to show me a video. It was a video off the internet, of a man's penis penetrating a woman's vagina, fucking her, in slow motion, occupied the whole screen of the tv. I asked her why she wanted me to watch that, but she made me sit with her. The man reaches climax and he injects his semen in her, he withdraws and the camera is positioned on her vagina, until she starts to leak semen.

    After she turns off the tv, she asked me if I didn't think we were missing something. What reason is there for us to have a vagina and for a man not to use it? We needed an injection of sperm and to fulfill nature's purpose. We could not argue about abortion, and not join the legion. We are in our mid thirties so we had to get pregnant and do our part. Get over ourselves, nothing special, lots of vaginas out there, getting sex and getting pregnant.

    We watched the video many times, being very critical of the man's penis. Never having been that close to a penis, never having touched one, and much less never having a man's penis in our vagina. We watched the video until we memorized it. And we built up our resolve to have a man get us pregnant.

    In our social medium, there is a bar that is known for ladies who want to get picked up. We went there. To our surprise we were very much in the same age group, and the men were older. Nice cars in the parking lot but the women drove small cars and older. And after talking to a few it was mostly clerical and non professional women there. We called it the Venus Fly Trap.

    In the end we did get pregnant from a man we paid for who generously agreed to have sex with us for that purpose. A sperm donor in the flesh because we had decided that we were going all natural. It was at her apartment, set up for that purpose, going down under him, we held vigil while he performed his duty. She took pictures and used the video on her camera to record my insemination, and I used the camera and video for her insemination. With his permission. He allowed us to video his penis from nada to ready to inject his semen.

    We were successfully fertilized and with care and medical attention we had successful pregnancies. 37 is not the same as 27, but we really had no problem making the babies. We have the video of their daddy's dick, and their mommy's vagina, and daddy stuffing his dick in mommy to show them some day, when the question arises, where did I come from. Or, when we just need to enjoy the moment.

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    # 78643 - by Miriam / April 27, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Lesbian Female / 36

    The Feminization Of Mary

    This is for all women, not just lesbians making their way through the world.

    I never developed. Flat chested, and slim, I felt I didn't have hips. I was an awkward child. I inherited the masculine traits of my father. I went through puberty with a lot of emotional pain. Getting my period was a real mess in more ways than one. My mother tried hard for me to be more feminine, but she failed.

    I was sent to an 'alternative' school when I kissed a girl in the bathroom. I didn't deny it, which made it worse. The scarlet letter story comes to mind, except the L burned onto my forehead was for "Lesbian". In that period of my teens I had huge hormonal fluctuations, and birth control did not set them at ease. There was this underlying aggressiveness that I didn't understand. I kissed the girls and made them cry. Until I kissed a girl who closed her eyes and let me keep on kissing her and feeling her up and she said 'I love you'. I had met another Lesbian in the eleventh grade.

    I had high testosterone, and the hormone treatment made me feel bad inside. Regardless, I didn't have curves and my chest was small with nipples that were too big. I didn't have a big clit, but my clit was so sensitive that I wore a pad to keep me from rubbing in my pants. I had that girlfriend in the eleventh grade, but she moved and I hadn't learned yet how to come onto a girl, I was 'weird', and a 'dyke'.

    In college it was easier, no supervision, and there were lesbians who were obvious and wanted to be lesbians. I went through two or three girls like a hot knife through butter before I met Sam. Sam had one desire, move to Italy and study j*welry design. I had finally met 'that' girl for me, and she left. That's when 'he' struck.

    No warning, no defensive instincts on my part, full court press, overwhelmed I fell backward and he did the rest. I cussed him out and spit on him. He wiped his face and put his finger in my face. The obvious didn't escape me, he fucked me. And he fucked me. Why he wanted a skinny dyke for a girlfriend didn't make sense. But he did, and he continued to fuck me, to keep me in his bed. I got every lecture you can imagine. Including being stood naked in front of the mirror 'what did I see'. He did all the fucking and my job was to take it, and then clean up the kitchen. Those were my last two years at college.

    I should add that it was that hormone treatment I was on that kept me from getting pregnant. It did not escape me, I kept up my hormone treatment. What I didn't expect was that I started to subconsciously 'feminize' my behavior. All of a sudden I was telling him not fold the towels like that, towels have an 'inside out' problem too.

    I went away with him, Sam stayed in touch, asking me how it was going and if I had gotten over being Lorded over. When I told her I was pregnant she sent me a bouquet of flowers. She made me a locket of 18k gold, to put my new baby's picture in. When she came to see me, because I didn't live anywhere close to any family, she said I looked 'radiant' and held her hands on my belly. Sam stayed with me for the birth and weeks after to help with the chores. She was immediately Aunt Sam.

    I went along with a sibling request, and Sam moved close to us and worked for a jewelry store doing her stuff. After my first birthing I didn't need hormone treatments, which were always a placebo and a crutch. My body self regulated, which meant I had a normal cycle and put up with the mess. All that maternal stuff made my boobies feel bigger.

    Sam is my Significant Other and we live together in a house with four bedrooms and a pool in the backyard. A wedding g*ft from my husband when we got married. Or maybe a g*ft so his children can live a normal suburban life. We have an SUV, and go out to dinner. When we have a light bulb that needs changing we call my husband, so he can use his handyman skills in front of the children.

    In my case a man brought order into my life. And, of course, I have my children.

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    # 78620 - by Mary / April 26, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 25

    The One Thing I Learned In College Is That Being A Woman Is My Calling

    In the dorm at college we started to play around having lesbian sex with each other. It was complete sex, with a lot of kissing to warm up. Everyone went down on everyone. That was an unwritten rule. There was a lot of bed hopping and girls proving to each other which one was a true top and the rest of us were bottoms. I fell into the bottom group, much preferring to be made love to than the other way around. My suite mates and I shared an apartment until we graduated.

    We went out together, in twos, and sometimes the four of us. We lost our virginities all over again to some dildo that had arrived in the mail. I don't really have much memory of sleeping alone, I was always slept with another girl. By the time I was a senior I felt an urgency to grow up.

    When I went back to face my family, I had rehearsed what I was going to say. But I went silent. I leaned on friends, got a job that was available. A man offered to pay my rent if I went to bed with him. He was intent of proving that he could handle me. When I woke up the next morning in his apartment I let him kiss me and feel me up with out any pushback. When he wanted sex I fell back, when he wanted to hold onto me I fell into his arms. I had decided that I would not resist him. He would not have to battle for me.

    We got married, our arrangement was simple, he paid the rent and all the big bills, and I slept with him and took care of all the little things. However he wanted sex, I would go along with him. I participated because being completely passive was worse. What I expect is for him to initiate and for him to decide. I wrap my legs around him because I really like that.

    I work for a non profit, which means I don't get any profit. It fills my time. I can do that because I'm supported. The other women working there are also supported. I take my home duties seriously, my man has a warm home meal and a clean bed and his clothes are clean and folded. My man does not have to 'ask', I anticipate his needs and I prepare for him.

    As I said earlier, I'm a bottom, I open my legs and receive him in me. That's the best sex for me. The more the better. When he is ready to complete I hold him to me, I help him turn over and wash his penis with a warm washcloth I have handy for that purpose. If he needs me to help him get into his boxers, I reach for them and cuddle against him.

    I made up my mind in college. My man would not complain about me. No one has to ask me what is a woman. I maintain good relationships with my roommates. It was fun. But once married, my man is my focus.

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    # 78611 - by Samantha / April 25, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 43

    I Ended Up With A Man As Dominant As My Father

    I am the oldest of three sisters. My mother was an alcoholic and my father walked all over her. He was a non commissioned officer in the Army and we lived in several bases growing up. It was up to me to be the one in charge, my mother was not able to her part. I was dominant and bossy, and my sisters did what I said.

    Later in high school and with friends I was the dominant one. And if a younger girl was more like my sisters she was my favorite friend. Even then, when we were still growing up, I dressed my girlfriends and undressed them. I liked to bathe them, and wash them really well. I kissed them of course, loved to kiss their lips. And since I bathed them I would suck on their nipples and kiss their private parts. I wanted to. It wasn't by accident, I wanted to very much. By the time I was sixteen I was eating girls out, forcing orgasms and making out.

    My father retired to Puerto Rico and my mother was totally passed out. I ran the house, and my sisters were the maids. On our block where we lived was a modeling house. Where young girls went to learn how to dress and how to walk. How many of those girls I kissed I lost count.

    I went to university living with an aunt. She was divorced and worked as an office lady. She was the first one to call me out. Why don't you get a boyfriend? You need a boyfriend. If anyone ever deserved to be put in her place its you. I hope some man comes around and teaches you to obey. I kept looking for girls that I could kiss. I never had one thought of being with some guy.

    She had a reception for me when I graduated from University, mostly friends of hers, which were mostly women but also some men. During the reception I got into an argument with one of the men. I did not agree with him about anything he said. I got angry and threw a glass of wine at him. He responded by grabbing me by the arm and shoving me over the table with all the food and plates and glasses, which went tumbling onto the floor. Holding me by my twisted arm, he took off his belt and managed with one hand to get my pants down, before taking the belt to my naked ass. One, Two , Three whacks. I felt each one of them, they went through me all the way to my heart. Four, Five, Six whacks. I was crying then, but he wasn't going to stop. Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten whacks.

    I fell to the floor to pull my pants up. My aunt looked down on me, I told you one day you were going to be put in your place. Her friends looked at me, a couple asked me did it hurt, one said that her father used to take the belt to her, she learned early to shut up. And the man who took the belt to me, he forced me into a sexual relationship with him. At first it was forced, later it became passive resistance, but he was always able to take what he wanted. In the end I was performing sexual oral acts on him to please him before he took me sexually to quiet his need for me. Finally, I had given up. I agreed to marry him.

    A dominant man cannot be fought. My mother failed with my father and I failed with my husband. I did not turn to drink, I turned to children and women's groups and close friends. I never failed in my duties, I was never again going to make him mad. My children learned very early to give respect. At times I call him Master, at other times Sir. I never call him by his name.

    My sisters married dominant men as well. We all ended up in a dominant man's house. We all have children and kept house. I came to like women's dresses and women's shoes and women's j*welry to wear. My hair is still short, but cut by a hairdresser with a small feminine twist. I learned to undress in front of my husband and allow him to see me bathe. I think often of those young girls at the modeling house, all those young girls I kissed. I wonder how many of them would be surprised that I ended up married to this man.

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    # 78591 - by Juliet / April 24, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 28

    I Married A Wuss

    After I got married I went to live with my husband at his house. At the time he had a cousin living with him who was in college. She did all the housekeeping and stuff in return for room and board. But I found panties under the bed and I found condoms and anal lube in the nightstand. I wasn't looking, I was just figuring out where I could put my stuff.

    I saw my husband kiss her, a great big kiss grabbing her by the ass. She squirmed and moved around in his arms. He put his hands anywhere he felt like, she offered herself up to him like the little bitch that she is.

    I saw my husband take her by the arm to 'our' bed and strip her down, put his dick in her mouth, and put his mouth on her pussy. I saw him open her up, push those legs apart to get on her and give her sex until she whimpered and cried. She was really putting on an act, I don't know if it was for him or me. He pulled out of her and she just lay there with that innocent face, with her legs still open, like offering herself to me.

    As long as she lived with us, until she finished college and left, my husband took her for sex. The more he took her the more she seemed to like it. She melted in his arms and her pants seemed to fall off. I saw him rub her tush with that anal lube before getting on her like that. My husband never does any of those things with me.

    I stood naked in front of him many times and he looked the other way. I walked out the shower, wet from head to toe and he looked the other way. I sat on the chair without panties to paint my toenails, and he looked the other way. I rubbed up against him and he pushed me away. But let that little bitch cousin of his come around, and his dick gets hard before her pants fell down.

    I confronted him, 'well I don't know why'. Do you love her? 'Maybe, I guess'. Why did you fuck her in the ass? 'well she told me to give it her like that'. Why don't you fuck me that way? 'I don't know, it's weird'. Do you want to be married to me? 'I guess so, yes'. Do you want me to call your cousin and ask her to live here with us? 'Would you?'

    I gave him an ultimatum, before I brought his cousin to come back to live with us. He had to fuck me in the ass. No ifs, no buts, no wait till tomorrow. Tear my pants off and fuck me up the ass. Since he didn't do it, I haven't called his cousin to come back to live with us.

    He knows the price. I'm waiting. To prove to me that he can be man enough to fuck me in the ass. It's not asking much. I just want a good ass fucking like he gave her. I've been married eight months and all I get is 'do I have to do that again?'

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    # 78580 - by Jo Ann / April 24, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Lesbian Female / 36

    Midwives And Mothers In Practice Delivering Babies

    In our sophomore year we moved off campus to a crowded two bedroom with two other women. It was close to campus, but one bathroom, and a small living area and kitchen. The room had two single beds, but it was too small so we turned one bed on it's side against the wall and we shared the other bed. What could go wrong?

    A year of freshman roommates in the dorm, and now living close quarters, side by side, no room to let anything be private. The bed was so small we could only sleep in a cuddle, and when cuddling we wanted 100% coverage, arms and legs and backs and fronts, touching and rubbing and hands going everywhere. Nothing was sacred, absolutely nothing, not to our hands or our lips and kisses. There was no naked or dressed, we spent all our free time cuddled and snuggled and taking deep breaths of with our nose deep in each other's business.

    We joined the world of the 'girls' on campus, we had pet names for each other, and when we talked to others, she was my wife and I was her wife. We followed what we saw and tattooed our breasts with our names, we tattooed our bottoms too. We wore communal panties and were always seen on campus together. It was impossible to be with each other with out touching or holding, or giving sweet kisses. For us it was a brave new world, but all around us were hundreds of other young lesbian couples.

    We saw a flyer about a lesbian seance. A world famous lesbian was speaking and we signed up for it. It was in an open forum, outside, she was to us way too much older, grey long curly hair and a smock, not a dress, and she was there with her lesbian partner. We noticed that at that age they said 'partner', not 'wife'. But we were 'wives'. And one of the things she offered, was to sanctify our 'marriage', lesbian fashion.

    We were just one of several lesbian couples that got 'married' that night. It was a complete ceremony with 'do you take' and 'I pronounce you wives in the State of Oregon'. We were given a silver trinket to remember our vows, two intertwined girls under the wings of an Angel, which resembled the intertwined snakes of the Medical Caduceus. This symbol of lesbian marriage is what we had tattooed on the inside our forearms, so when we held hands we our forearms rubbed together.

    Why that symbol caused us to reconsider our life paths is a mystery, but we both changed our majors and switched over to the nursing school. We both planned on becoming nurse practitioners and baby deliverers. We became licensed Midwives, as well as graduating and becoming licensed Registered Nurses. We both practiced in the underserved community, delivering babies from young expectant mothers.

    A discomfort set in me, and then in her as well. It was permanent, ebbed and flowed, a nervousness that didn't go away, it got stronger and stronger. With each delivery we spent a little more time with the baby, before laying the baby on the mother's naked chest. That could be us, we talked about it over and over. Our beings were unquiet.

    There was no thought, no rational discussion. Across from the landing of our apartment was a single man living. We approached him, by inviting him to a home cooked meal. Would he be willing, to give us his sperm? We were by then in a hurry. We counted, since becoming Midwives, we had delivered over a hundred babies. Just give us your sperm! But it wasn't like that, he wanted to know what was in it for him. Typical male. It took two long months to convince him, he could have SEX with both of us, anyway he wanted to. But not before agreeing he had full parental rights as the father.

    We live in the 'Mother's House'. He lives in Daddy's house, across the street. The children, we have four now, are the center of our lives. We continue to be practicing Midwives, except now we know in the flesh the mother's feelings of having her just born baby laid on her naked chest to embrace.

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    # 78567 - by Joy and Emily / April 24, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 31

    Rights Of Passage Into The Adult World

    It was my 15th birthday and I was allowed my first mixed company party. Boys and girls from school, and a couple from church. The party was at my house, early evening, my father cooked hot dogs and hamburgers. The girls went swimming, the boys stood around watching us. It was advertise as a pool party, the girls brought their new two piece bathing suit, one girl brought a small bikini. She got all the attention.

    Back in the house after dinner, a couple of empty Coke bottles were brought out and we played spin the bottle. Three boys, three girls, per team, two teams. Some of the girls puckered up when it was time for the boy to kiss her. I kept my lips shut tight and he shoved his tongue on me. Somewhere it got out of hand and a boy got his hands under my arms and held me down with his hands on my boobs. Other girls were pretending to give blowjobs, no adults were anywhere.

    It became a game to see which girl could take it completely. Boys with their dicks out and girls trying to swallow. Some girls had their shirts open, their tits hanging out for boys to touch them. One girl 'adopted the position' over the back of the love the seat. Another girl laid back on her back and let her legs open. A boy got down on her and ate her, the other girl had a boy on her back fucking her. No adults, just the music and the orgy.

    Three of us escaped losing our virginity. None of the boys went home sorry, they all got a chance to prove their manhood. One of those girls who let more than one boy have her turned up pregnant. The story of my 15th birthday spread all over school, and nobody believed that I walked away still a virgin.

    I was graduating from high school and the boy told me to get down and prove to him I was a real girl. He wanted to get his hand under my dress and feel around to see if he found a dick and balls there. He had been assigned the job by some classmates, I had a reputation for being stuck up and everyone knew I had taken vows at church to save myself for marriage.

    I met a guy at college, he was from elsewhere, he was all over me and I wasn't prepared to defend myself and I walked away no longer a virgin. He demanded I act like his girlfriend. I embarrassed him when I didn't. It was a college thing, a boy with dirty clothes or wearing a shirt that hadn't been pressed reflected on the girl. I had 'responsibilities' that included being available to him, not blue ball him. And he liked me attending to him when we were in mixed company. He never served himself, that was another responsibility I got for being his girlfriend.

    One day, one evening, at a party in the complex, this other girl brought him a plate of food from the kitchen. I shoved her aside yelling 'keep your hands off my boyfriend'. There was no recovery, from then on until we got married, I did the laundry and ironed, I looked after him at parties, and I made myself available to him. I married him a month after graduation, with all the implicit virgin rituals. I had been making his bed every morning for over a year when I got married.

    Old habits don't die, as we have moved into the next stage of married life, with me staying at home with children, he's become even more 'dependent'. No maid can fold his clothes, no maid can wash his underwear. He has a wife for that. The maid is for vacuuming and cleaning the bathrooms. And he is never blue balled, that's divorce stuff.

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    # 78560 - by Kim / April 23, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 28

    I Can't Believe I'm Married And Pregnant

    I didn't know that a man can "make" you want to have a baby for him.

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    # 78537 - by Sharon / April 22, 2025
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