Straight Female / 20
Trying To Baby Trap My Ex
My ex-boyfriend and I dated for almost a year, and even though it turned extremely toxic and took a toll on my mental health near the end of our relationship and after we broke up (because we continued to hook up for months after he cut me off), I’m still convinced he’s the love of my life and that I can’t let him go. He’s my dream man, he was my first kiss, my first time, and the only man who knows how to love me and fuck me right even though I’ve hooked up with other men after him.
Our greatest guilty pleasure whenever we had sex was doing it raw. We pretty much had pregnancy scares every month of our relationship because of it, but I couldn’t resist it, because I have a massive breeding and impregnation kink. I never actually wanted to get pregnant, though, and I’d often tell him how scared I was at the thought of being pregnant. I know he meant it to reassure me then, especially as his girlfriend at the time, but honestly, he made a big mistake promising me he would never leave me if I got pregnant and would even marry me if my conservative parents made him do it.
He invited me over to his place a little over a week ago, after nearly a year of not having seen each other, and it unsurprisingly led to us having sex. We went four rounds, and each time, we would first have raw sex, but then he’d pull out and use a condom whenever he felt himself get close to cumming. We obviously did talk about our feelings and our relationship, but when he kept saying he loved me, he missed me, he hadn’t moved on from me, but that he didn’t want us to get back together, something in me snapped.
I grabbed one of the discarded condoms from his trash can as he was in the bathroom, and I left his place with it. Once I got back to my own apartment, I inseminated myself with the cum inside the condom. It’s been a few days since then, and I’m still waiting to see if I miss my period before I take a pregnancy test. He obviously has no idea what I did, and I know that if I did get pregnant, he can’t deny there was a real chance I might’ve gotten pregnant from us having raw sex more than once that night.
The worst part is I honestly don’t feel as guilty as I should be for what I did. Having a child and perhaps marrying at such a young age would probably feel like the end of the world to him, but to me, it’s heaven. I know this isn’t going to make me sound any less like a crazy, unhinged bitch, but I know that if I am pregnant, I’d love our child dearly and actually take care of it instead of only using it to force my ex-boyfriend to stay with me and maybe even marry me.
Yes, I know what I did was wrong. Yes, I know that if anyone were to find out, especially him, they’d disown me and want nothing to do with me. Yes, I’m aware I sound like a psycho trying to sound sane even if I don’t at all. But even if all three are true, I can’t undo what I did, so I suppose let’s all hope my baby-trapping didn’t work.
P.S. I live in a country where abortion is illegal, so it isn’t an option for me if I am indeed pregnant. I literally have no choice but to give birth, and knowing my parents, they’d want me to keep it, and like I said, they’d want my ex-boyfriend to marry me because of honor and dignity and all that. Let’s see what happens.
Our greatest guilty pleasure whenever we had sex was doing it raw. We pretty much had pregnancy scares every month of our relationship because of it, but I couldn’t resist it, because I have a massive breeding and impregnation kink. I never actually wanted to get pregnant, though, and I’d often tell him how scared I was at the thought of being pregnant. I know he meant it to reassure me then, especially as his girlfriend at the time, but honestly, he made a big mistake promising me he would never leave me if I got pregnant and would even marry me if my conservative parents made him do it.
He invited me over to his place a little over a week ago, after nearly a year of not having seen each other, and it unsurprisingly led to us having sex. We went four rounds, and each time, we would first have raw sex, but then he’d pull out and use a condom whenever he felt himself get close to cumming. We obviously did talk about our feelings and our relationship, but when he kept saying he loved me, he missed me, he hadn’t moved on from me, but that he didn’t want us to get back together, something in me snapped.
I grabbed one of the discarded condoms from his trash can as he was in the bathroom, and I left his place with it. Once I got back to my own apartment, I inseminated myself with the cum inside the condom. It’s been a few days since then, and I’m still waiting to see if I miss my period before I take a pregnancy test. He obviously has no idea what I did, and I know that if I did get pregnant, he can’t deny there was a real chance I might’ve gotten pregnant from us having raw sex more than once that night.
The worst part is I honestly don’t feel as guilty as I should be for what I did. Having a child and perhaps marrying at such a young age would probably feel like the end of the world to him, but to me, it’s heaven. I know this isn’t going to make me sound any less like a crazy, unhinged bitch, but I know that if I am pregnant, I’d love our child dearly and actually take care of it instead of only using it to force my ex-boyfriend to stay with me and maybe even marry me.
Yes, I know what I did was wrong. Yes, I know that if anyone were to find out, especially him, they’d disown me and want nothing to do with me. Yes, I’m aware I sound like a psycho trying to sound sane even if I don’t at all. But even if all three are true, I can’t undo what I did, so I suppose let’s all hope my baby-trapping didn’t work.
P.S. I live in a country where abortion is illegal, so it isn’t an option for me if I am indeed pregnant. I literally have no choice but to give birth, and knowing my parents, they’d want me to keep it, and like I said, they’d want my ex-boyfriend to marry me because of honor and dignity and all that. Let’s see what happens.
