First i should say that i don't use birth control because it has too many negative side effects and it has also been linked to certain forms of cancer.

Recently i was at a club and for the first time in my life i went home with a stranger with the intent to hook up with him. I went to the club with some friends and they bought me a box of condoms insisting i find a guy to hook up with. It was mostly to get over a break up with a long time boyfriend, but also because they knew its sort of one of those things on my bucket list. At the beginning of the night i never would have thought i'd actually go through with it, but i did. He got me all excited when he was grinding against me on the dance floor and i felt his dick get hard. I could tell it was big, plus he was hot and athletic.

I was excited, nervous, and aroused all at the same time. This may sound stupid but i got a rush just from stepping into his apartment. I was never the type to just have sex with anyone. Every guy i've had sex with was a long term boyfriend so maybe you could understand how crazy this was for me. But it gets worse. He was forceful and domineering, a real type A personality which was sort of hot except when he gave me a hard time about using the condom. I told him i wasn't on birth control, I never mentioned my fear of STD's because i didn't want to ruin the mood. He told me every reason why he hated condoms while trying to seduce me into skipping it. It almost worked, but he did put it on eventually.

He was really good! He knew exactly where to hit my g-spot. I had two intense orgasms in a row after only a few minutes. I was really into it. He was rough with me, squeezing my tits harder than i normally would allow and smacking my ass hard. He did this weird thing where he'd caress my waist and hips then he'd squeeze really hard digging his fingers in. he was strong and it hurt a little, but it was really sexy and erotic at the same time and wow did it make me sooo fucking hot for him.

At one point he stands me up and bends me over the back of the couch. When he slipped his dick back in it felt different to me right away. I feel stupid because it took me having to see the condom on the floor to realize why it felt different. He must of snuck it off while my back was turned to him. What surprised me most was the incredible rush of adrenaline i suddenly felt. It was caused by my fears, but the effect of that rush was not anger toward him, it was arousal. The most intense arousal i had ever experienced in my life. He knew it too, and he knew why. Its difficult to explain how i felt. Paralyzed. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I didn't even try to get him to put on another condom. I no longer felt that i had any control. He was in control on the outside and i suppose my hormones were in control on my inside.

Eventually he picked me up to change positions for what would be the last time. He put me on the arm chair next to the couch. I sunk deep into the plush cushion when he pinned my legs open against the arms of the chair. He looked really hot, he was a little sweaty but the sweat accentuated his chiseled body in such a way that really made his muscles pop in the dim light. I managed to pitifully remind him that i wasn't on birth control. What he said in response sealed my fate and left me with an unusual desire in the pit of my stomach. He said, "You know that turns me on, right??" I made a deliberately weak attempt to push him off me. I think i might have even had a smile on my face. I probably could have pushed him off if i really wanted to, but for some reason i didn't. It turned me on too, though i didn't voice it. I don't know why it made me so hot. It never had with any of my past boyfriends. When i think about it now i feel like it was the taboo of taking that risk with a virtual stranger. He was also much hotter than my last boyfriend yet he was not at all marriage material. Why can't the bad boys, who are sooo good at sex, also be good for marriage??

He had me in his complete control and we both knew it. I diddled my clit while he slowly fucked the full length of his cock in and out of me on that chair. I knew he was in it for himself now. He wanted to cum and i knew he had no intention of pulling out. When he buried his dick all the way in me and began to moan loudly i knew it was happening. I did not resist at all. In fact i may have moaned something along the lines of, "Yes! Give it to me deep!" I let him finish completely inside me, not only because he wanted to but also because i wanted to. My hormones made me do it. My rational thought was nonexistent.

It was the first time i had ever let a guy cum in me without protection and I have to admit, i was mildly disappointed with the physical feeling of it. All i really felt was warmth wash over my insides then dissipate as the consistency of my wetness became more gooey and slippery. I half expected to feel his jets of sperm forcefully colliding with the walls of my cervix, but no such luck. It was still very hot and very erotic and it left me with a very deeply rooted feeling of completeness.

He continued to slowly glide in and out while i rubbed my clit like a madwoman desperately trying to get off one last time. after i finally came down from my orgasm and that post coital sexual high, the reality of what i had just done hit me like a run away train. He was offering me something to eat just before i closed the door behind me. I never said goodbye and i don't even think he realized i was leaving. I was a wreck for the rest of the weekend. My friends kept texting and calling wanting to know the details. I didn't elaborate.

I was at the doctor first thing Monday morning. The good news is that i am still STD free. Thank god! The other news (i wont call it bad news) is that i did get pregnant. I have no regrets. I'm 26 years old, i have a good stable job and a supportive family. I feel like i'm ready and after thinking long and hard about it, i realize that this is what i wanted all along. I'm nervous and i know it will be hard but it will also be good too.

I don't think i'm going to be able to tell the guy. Aside from remembering where his apartment building is, i don't have any way to contact him. I know he's on the third floor, but i don't remember the room number. I went to his building once but i was too nervous to start ringing every room until i found his. I walk past it sometimes too, hoping to see him. I'm not looking to get child support. I just want him to know. However much or however little involvement he wants is entirely up to him. I wont force him. I would like him to fuck me again, preferably before i start to show.