Hope Breeder's Morning

I find myself stirring awake in the dark dawning hours in a light sweat. My body is on fire. I lay there on my back and bring one knee to bend. I take in a deep breath. I exhale long and slow, but there's no expelling my need. I nibble my lip as my hand creeps down my torso, firm against the flat plane of my stomach and continuing on to the mound of flesh decorated with a small patch of chestnut curls. As my fingers find my folds, they are hot and slick and the feeling of emptiness is overwhelming. I need to be filled. I slide my fingers up and down, taking time to explore my hungry twat. To feel its need, its evidence of readiness. When I finally slip two of my fingers inside of my entrance, I cry out in great pleasure. Fuck, I need to be filled! Over and over my fingers push and pull into my tight cunt and become soaked in my sweet honey. I wish my fingers were longer. No I don't... I wish I had a cock to fill me right now. A real one. A pulsing... throbbing... just as needy cock slamming in and out of me. A set of heavy balls landing with weight against my ass. Large hands gripping and pushing and squeezing my flesh. A mouth kissing... and sucking... and marking me. I would feel those balls tighten, his body stiffen and then his shaft tense as I felt the beginning of his cum jetting into me and*...*

Oh my God, FUCK I cry out as I cum all over my fingers to the thought of being marked and my body owned, claimed for a man's seed. I lay there and my breasts heave. I rest one hand atop them while my other continues to pet my pussy while my hips lightly circle as I come down. I test the weight of my creamy, lightly freckled breast and I wonder what it would fill like heavy with milk. How much larger will they get? How sensitive? How sweet will my milk taste? I breathe in again and look at the clock. Time to get to work. I roll out of bed and as I'm showering, getting dressed, making breakfast, my mind considers staying home from work for maternity leave. Spending my days relaxing and growing a child inside of me. Of reading 'what to expect when you're expecting', of learning new recipes and storage tricks for a growing household. Of nesting. What if it wasn't just maternity leave? What if I was a full time stay at home mommy? What if this isn't by first but my second? Or my fifth? A sweet satisfied smile crosses my face. I sigh at the thought of finding me an insatiable Daddy who wants to keep me that way.

I slip on my shoes and head out the door, but rush to come back and take my vitamins. The rattle of the bottle reminds me of a baby rattle and I chuckle at the old peppermints in a baby bottle trick. Of all those little old wives' tales and mommy tricks. I wonder which ones I will truly utilize when I become a mommy. I place the bottle back above my sink and grin as I read "PRENATAL" in stark letters across the green label. I blush slightly considering my boldness in the matter. I've not a breeding bull or even a regular hook up, but I can't help but feel proud of myself in helping to prepare my body for its next great adventure. For the last year I've been wanting a baby. For the past 10 months, I've started to feel every ovulation period. I understand what they mean now when they say 'bitch in heat'. The awareness that I'm not pregnant is through the roof. That my body isn't changed, my cunt isn't claimed, that my womb isn't filled with new life, my tits empty of milk. The last 6 months I've been looking for a stud. Thought makes me turn crimson and shiver in the best of ways.

I'm ready.

The prenatals have only been something a little extra the last 2 months or so. Just another small way to prepare my body. To stay ready. To keep my womb at its peak. Because I never know when I will cross paths with my potential stud. A man ready to be a Daddy. Who craves filling a womb with his potent seed and giving my body over to its purpose. My fingers tingle at the thought. As I drive to work, I know today will be a day that I feel it all day long. Sitting at my desk, crossing and uncrossing my legs. Chapping my lips from all the excessive nibbling and licking as in my mind I'm being bred over and over again.

Across my desk.

In the parking garage.

Pounded against the wall when I get home.

Ravished in my bed.

All.

Night.

Long.

Oh, I'm so... so fucking ready. <3