Scared I will Never Get a White Woman Pregnant

A brief list of my uses of "womb", all from you or inspired by you, and ALL on the first night:

In his BMW, on the way from the bar to the hotel: "I don't know if it's this luxury automobile, or if it's that I'm with a real man for a change, but I feel like my womb knows happiness for the first time."

In the hotel elevator, on our way up to the room: [Squeezing my knees tightly together] "Christ Jesus! Can you HEAR that? I feel like you can hear that! My womb is throbbing so hard it's like it's making a hammering sound from my pulse!"

In bed, while he was on top of me during our first round of **: [Him pounding, me taking] "Not only are you the first man I can feel pounding my ** cervix; you're the first one I can feel pounding my ** WOMB!!"

In bed, after he'd pulled out of me at last: [Him laying on his back, me curled in his arms along his side] "When you finally pulled that beautiful thing out of my **, I was absolutely sure the suction was going to yank all of my insides out, with my womb hanging out at the end of the ** string."

I never said anything about babies. But I could tell that just the word "womb" -- as you've said many times before -- has a serious power, spoken by a white woman to a black man. And while he was planting seeds in my reproductive tract over the next few weeks, I was planting seeds in his psyche. In fact, I never even had to ask for a baby: the idea was his (or so I allowed him to think).

And by the way, you should know something that your last response did to me; in particular, your use of the word "**" instead of "can't", which I am convinced was intentional. First off, I really did LOL. But then the longer I looked at it, the wetter it made me, and here's why.

Last night, while hubby was up late watching football (Raiders-Rams), I was in bed, taking care of myself (as they say), because my bull had to be with his black wife. Usually, my fantasies revolve around my own activities, whether based on reality or dreams, but sometimes -- like last night -- they involve other people. Last night, the fantasies I was (ahem) "motivating" myself with involved you and our daughter. In this vision, I had already given her to you as promised and agreed, and you and she were very very very very very busy (ahem) "enjoying" each other, in her bedroom, and with her father and I able to hear EVERYTHING you were doing to one another. Among the verbal communications our daughter was transmitting to you repeatedly -- as you pounded away at her (we could hear it clearly) -- was that "this ** is all yours now, and you can ** as many babies into it as you want...….forever". (By that point in your relationship, she knows your purposes.) This will mean more if you know that Gigi loves to use the word "**", not as a swear word, but as a loving term of endearment and euphemism for "**". She loves it. LOVES IT. And I think you knew that...….somehow. Please take a moment here and imagine her encouraging you to take her...……."**". Whispering it in your ear. Rubbing it on you. Sliding her own ** into it and then allowing you to smell it......and taste it. And then saying it again to you, only you. "**". Yes, darling: that's right. She's not only describing that honeyed place on her small body: she's describing...…...herself.....to you. You can see why it made ME **.

One further item of information might be necessary. Pregnancy has always made me **. But during this particular pregnancy I have been CRAZY **. Maybe it really is the fact that the baby belongs to such a man's man's MAN, or that the baby is black, but I have been out-of-my-mind **-hungry. And it's not just being **: it's making me perverted, too. I have appetites now for things I never even fantasized about (don't get me started with that list). Perhaps it's that the baby daddy inspires such perversion in me, I don't know. I just know I have desires and thoughts I never had before. If that fantasy I related to you about our daughter was "too much", or "too far", or "too dirty", I apologize. But even with that awareness of my own occasionally depraved impulses, just the thought of her having that kind of deep and down relationship with you gives me a rampant case of the creamies. Forgive me?

If I were any closer to where you reside,I would want to talk to your daughter since she is 18 and see if we can get interested in each other. Seems to me that you are carrying an ideal pregnancy that has made you so happy and **. Has daughter asked you who knocked you up?