Make Her Pregnant

By Sonia Robinson

Ovulating can drive a woman mad with lust. Zoe is an uptight, picky girl who hates sex. She sends an urgent message to her friend, Sadie. "Help me find a guy to make me pregnant, I want it done today."

She goes with her friend to a nearby park, searching for a single father that she can seduce. "A guy who's already a father is preferable, shows that what they have down there works, and they won't be too clingy."

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes explicit and hardcore descriptions of breeding sex for impregnation. It is meant for adult readers only.

EXCERPT:
"I'm ready,” Zoe said frankly. “Don’t let me move. Don’t let me escape. Just hold my legs back so that I have no control over myself. No matter what I say, don't take it out of me until it makes me pregnant."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sonia Robinson
• Release date: Jul 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476206721

Sonia Robinson

ABOUT: I'm an author of taboo and steamy erotica with a submission and domination slant. I try to make each story as different as possible, dabbling in various sub-categories to keep it exciting.

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Make Her Pregnant

By Sonia Robinson

Published by Sonia Robinson at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Honeypot Erotica

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Make Her Pregnant

by Sonia Robinson

CHAPTER 1

Zoe was aching to the tip of her soul. Her little body wouldn't let her forget it. She was a girl in her mid-20s who despised sex, and her body hated her for it. She was in a constant state of rebellion against her urges. She'd only sometimes get horny, usually after long days of work.

She’d step into her apartment, feeling shame, knowing that she was about to touch herself. She’d draw a bath and step into the burning hot water and bubble bath foam. Once her fingers were hidden under water, she would rub her clitoris as quickly and roughly as she could until she reached orgasm.

This was maybe only two or three times a year. She’d hate herself for the whole week afterward, feeling so ashamed that she would look at her mirror reflection and spit at it.

At work, whenever Zoe heard her male or female colleagues talking about sex, she'd report them to HR for sexual intimidation. She’d already gotten twelve workers fired for harmless comments.

Not my problem, she would say. "Y’know not everyone appreciates hearing perverted language