This is a level of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In very aliveness, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sort of lesser sexual diseases await the imbecile who `` souse his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Shooting Blanks : PlentyOfCupid ( MF, bunko, viva, impreg, prophylactic )

by Krosis of the Collective

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writer 's Note : This may or may not be based on a true floor that may or may not throw been emailed to me.

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I sat on the toilet, trying to get his cum out of me. How could I let this happen ? I was going to get meaning !

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A twain of months previous ...

I finished my visibility on PlentyOfCupid and reviewed it : female, 35 geezerhood old, of average build, brunet, no kids, does n't smoke, looking for a short- or long-term family relationship with a 30-40 class old male. hobby : camping, card biz, movies.

God, I hated trying to sum myself up with a page of words. It was like writing up a resume to apply for a job, but at least nearly bad chore did n't pursue you home, nor did they move around you down based on your spirit. Well, at least in my crinkle of work ( veterinary assistant ).

I saved the page and started perusing compatible visibility. Too short-change ... has child ... too pretty ( yes, that 's a affair ) ... this one is ... what the fucking ? The guy 's profile exposure was a pic of a goose that had been disemboweled. Ugh.

I shut the computer down and went to bed.

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I woke up in the morning ... alone, of trend. My boyfriend of two old age had received a job crack to move to Ireland, of all places, and did not subscribe to me with him. Four calendar month had passed, and given that I was n't a very social somebody I had been single that entire time and I was getting pretty bedamn horny !

I checked my email. There was a subject matter from a guy who wanted to tie me up and stick a feather up my ass. I considered it for a moment before deleting it. Ugh.

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Over the next few calendar week I would go out with the episodic guy who was n't a weirdy over the PoC messaging, but we never seemed to hit it off. The messages I received ranged from the crass ( `` Hey baby, wan na suck my dick ? '' ) to actual verse, but by the meter I messaged that last one vertebral column he had already closed his account. The good one went fast.

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Another calendar week went by and I was getting pretty antsy. After being used to almost day-after-day sex, going cold Turkey was not enjoyable. I had to supplant the batteries in my vibe every couple of weeks !

Finally, I spotted `` PaleWriter '', a 39-year-old guy who looked to be in pretty good shape, was attractive ( but not too attractive ), and was in the next town over, where I worked. Also, no kids !

I stalked his profile for a bit before deciding to take a shit the kickoff move myself. But what to typecast ? `` Hey, wan na fuck ? '' My nethers said yes but my brain said no. `` What 's your pet movie ? '' Lame.

Finally, I just quickly typed, `` Great smile '' and hit Send. I instantly regretted that. What the pit was I thinking ? Great smiling ? Ugh.

The affair about online dating is that you do n't make out when someone will get back to you. Some people check their message a lot, and some not so a lot. I kept the site up on the screenland and went and fixed myself some dinner.

After eating I found that the guy had replied ! `` Thanks ! '' he said, `` I like your smile too. Where was that word picture taken ? ``

My main pic was a selfie from when I had visited European Community. I had really enjoyed myself while I was there so it was a actual grin and that pic was my favorite. I replied with the details, asking some more about him.

Over the side by side couple of days we exchanged a twelve substance. He was n't practically of a camper but he did care circuit card secret plan, and who does n't like movies ? He had no pets but he did like cats, and I had a cat !

It was n't know at first sight, but it looked promising. I suggested we meet at a topical anaesthetic coffee berry shop the next day. peeress, always satisfy an Internet day of the month for the first-class honours degree time in a world place !

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I recognized him as he pulled into the parking lot driving a blue contrivance Caliber. As he got out of his car I called to him and he paused as his eyes took in all of me.

He was taller than I thought he 'd be, and almost certainly I was shorter than he expected ... I 'd heard that a lot from the men I met online, as my profile pic only showed my typeface and articulatio humeri. I did n't lie about having an norm build, but my 5'2 material body made me look ... squatter ? ... than a taller adult female with the Lapplander measurements. The fact that I had prominent knocker did n't help.

However, his aspect lit up with that groovy grinning and he called my public figure in greeting. We went into the coffee shop and chatted for a bit.

Again, we did n't hit it off famously, but it was n't bad either. After a bit he suggested going for a walk around a topical anesthetic park and I agreed. I felt pretty comfortable with him by that period, so I took a chance.

We chatted some more on the pass. He had a commodity good sense of humor, though corny. We liked some of the Same moving-picture show, and we suggested some of our deary to each other.

Soon we were back at our cars. I had n't felt `` the spark '' with him so I said good Night. He looked defeated but took it graciously.

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Another week went by and the pickings were slim. Too far away ... bald ... five dogs ? ! Ugh.

Finally, I dropped PaleWriter a line. Would he care to go to a movie ?

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We watched an action at law thriller but he did n't try to put his arm around my shoulders or cop a feel in the sorry house. We chatted for a bit and once he dropped me off at my car I said goodnight and headed home. Another indifferent date ; not bad, but not good either.

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Another week of letdown ( including a guy who looked absolutely nothing like his profile pic meeting me for coffee and proceeding to ignore me while texting ) left me extremely frustrated. I messaged PaleWriter again. Dinner at my place ?

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Things went better this time. He loved my lasagna and my pussy tiger liked him. We played some gin rummy and watched some TV, but still no spark. I had decided that after the show ended I would ask him to go home and then I would go to bed, alone once again.

Then I saw it : a coloured movement along the baseboards near the TV. A mouse ! Where was Tiger ? Nowhere to be seen, of course.

PaleWriter had n't seen the mouse yet, but had turned toward me when I stiffened. He followed my gaze and ...

... and the shiner charged ! Or at least it headed in our general focus. I screamed, `` Eee ! ``

PaleWriter was up in a blink of an eye, grabbing the confect tin from the slope board, upturning it so its message fell onto the floor, and slamming the container over top of the rodent. It was trapped !

'' Do you deliver something mat that wo n't deflect ? '' he asked. After a few present moment I could move again and grabbed my cutting panel from the kitchen. He carefully tipped the tin a picayune, slipped the cutting board under the rebuff gap, and then slid it forward until the lip of the upside down tin was fully covered by the control panel. He then lifted the whole affair up ( making me go `` Eee '' again ) and took it over to the back doorway. I opened it up and he went outside.

I closed the door behind him and watched through the window. He twisted and then spun around, tilting the top of the tin toward him as he did and sending the mouse flying out of my yard with centrifugal force !

When he got back in the menage I jumped him.

PaleWriter was definitely a lot better in bed than at appointment. He went down on me, juicing me up nicely before he slid a condom onto his skillful 7 '' cock and fucked me silly with it. I did n't cum -- I usually do n't, requiring a lot of clitoral stimulation -- but it felt good.

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After that he came over pretty much every day and we fucked every time. After a few days he mentioned that he had had a vasectomy so we really did n't need to use condom, but he understood that I did n't roll in the hay him that well so he 'd stay to use them for as long as I wanted. I appreciated that.

I let him jazz that we were n't really a good couple but we could have fun for a while. He seemed okeh with that ... what guy would n't ?

He never tried to put his pecker in me without a condom on, not even a picayune. This really helped me to trust him. After a few calendar week when I visited his plaza he pointed me to a piece of paper on the living room table.

'' It 's from my doctor, '' he said.

My blood ran cold as I thought about what it could say : `` Genital verruca ? HIV positively charged ? '' I picked up the composition and read it. `` Lab result : gross evacuation. '' What ?

'' It 's my sperm cell test from a few hebdomad after my vasectomy. idea you would need to see it, '' he said.

Relief washed over me. What an cretin this guy was ! What did he think I was going to suppose when he told me he had a doctor 's short letter ? Men.

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Despite the lab report we continued to use condoms. By this breaker point we had been seeing each other for a couple of months.

One night we went to bed together and I was feeling kittenish than usual. As he reached for a condom packet I climbed astride his hips and fray my pussy sass on the tip of his bare intemperate cock.

He looked surprise at this, lying there while holding the condom packet. I managed to get the mind of his cock between my purulent backtalk. I was quite wet that night !

'' Um, '' he said, `` condom ? ``

In answer I pushed my body back harder at his hammer. half of it slipped up inside me. Being almost phobic about getting pregnant, I had never actually had sex without a safety before. It felt good ! I could actually feel the warmth of his penis inside me.

He dropped the condom onto the bed next to us and put his handwriting on my hips. His middle were filled with lust, and it only spurred me on. I raised my hips a bit to get the right angle and then slid all the way down, burying his putz trench inside me. Again I felt the strange, howling warmth of his skin caressing my interior, the sensation no longer deadened by a rubber sheathe.

I moved on top of him, feeling his cock slide in and out as I humped this sexy man. I could n't believe I had never tried unprotected sex before, not even during my time period when it was safest. I had been missing out ! It felt so undecomposed !

His hands moved to my boobs, his fingers lightly pinching my tit. He was pretty good with his mitt. I increased my tempo.

'' I 'm getting close, '' he warned me.

I felt my nipples harden under his digit when I heard that. I continued to bounce.

His eyes roamed my body as I rode him. This was so roll in the hay hot !

'' I 'm gon na cum. ``

Bless him ! Even now, right when nearly men would n't wish, he was warning me so I could slip off and put the condom on him.

I trusted him, and I was really fucking horny. I got my face close to his and slue up and down on his cock even faster. I could palpate his cock start to swell inside me.

'' I 'm ... cumming ! '' he called out, and I pressed my backtalk to his, kissing him passionately as I felt his cock throb mysterious inside me.

A warm, wet sentience filled me where I had never felt anything like it before. In my creative thinker 's eye I saw his strong prick spurting hot, flannel semen deep inside me. At that thought I came, hard.

'' U-uhhhh ! '' I gasped into his mouth. My pelvis pressed down, my ripe, ready eubstance trying to get his cock as far inside me as possible as his cum flooded my depths.

I heard him grunt and his peter throbbed trench inside me again and again. I continued to cum, my torso urging the affectionate substance deeper inside my unplumbed procreative system.

Finally we both stopped cumming and I collapsed onto his chest of drawers, gasping.

After a couple of moment my mind started to work again, and then I realized what I had just done, and why I had been so hornlike, so weakly minded as to chance having unprotected sex. I was ovulating ! Also, being in my mid-30 's, my torso 's biological clock was ticking very loudly, and I had n't been able to tune up it out this time.

I pulled off of his cock and rushed out of the room, heading for the lavatory. I sat on the toilet, trying to get his cum out of me. How could I let this happen ? I was going to get pregnant !

After a while I could n't get any more of his cum out of me and I had calmed down enough so that I could return to bed. He was already asleep. Typical.

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The side by side day I told him how worried I had been that I was going to get significant. He just gave me a wry smiling and reminded me that there was no way that could materialize because he was shooting blank shell, but if I was uncomfortable or incertain then we 'd hold using condoms.

What a great guy !

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The adjacent night I practically tore his clothes off instead of watching TV on the couch.

He pulled my denim and pantie off and asked if I wanted him to grab a condom. I was still ovulating, and combining that, my ticking biologic clock, and my renewed trust in him, I said no.

He was all prepare to go, easily sliding his hard, unprotected putz into my fat wet slit once more. I again marveled at the touch sensation of tegument on tegument as his fantastic hot cock filled me up.

This meter was a ready, intemperately fuck on the keep room floor. He rammed into me again and again, degraded and faster. I could feel an climax rising from mysterious within me, just needing one thing to set it liberal ...

He grunted, thrusting his cock hard and holding it as deep as possible inside me as he came. As I felt his hot cum splash into the essence of my being I cried out, my body shaking in orgasm, which was amazing because normally I needed to play with my clitoris to cum. But prior to the previous nighttime I had never had a man cum inside me unprotected. It was wonderful !

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We never used a condom again. We would sleep together practically every night, and every sentence he left his cum soaking deep inside me.

When my full stop arrived I was relieved. Even with the trust I had placed in my `` shtup chum '' there was a small voice of me that was afraid that I was being played. With the arrival of `` Aunt Flo '' all my remaining doubts disappeared.

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Over the future month we continued to fuck like hare. I rode him in his bed one weekend afternoon and he fucked me from behind when we had a cascade to clean up afterwards. For an older guy he had some stamina !

Weekdays, weekends, even Hallowe'en. He fucked me against a wall, lifting my witch costume 's doll and sliding his hard cock into me again and again until we both came.

I orgasmed pretty much every time he shot his stuff into me. My body loved the look of that ardent kernel deep inside, some base instinct tricked into thinking it was getting the stuff that makes babies even though my learning ability knew that was n't what was happening. At some animal floor we were n't conscious of, our bodies were trying to nominate a baby together.

When I started to ovulate again I suggested we spend the total weekend in bed. He must let filled me with his cum a 12 meter over that weekend, and I orgasmed tough every time.

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'' The grass is always greener on the other side, '' they say, and I still considered PaleWriter and myself to not be a good friction match. The sex was great, but that 's not all that makes a family relationship, you know ?

I had kept my PoC chronicle open, and about a week later I had been contacted by a rather handsome beau. I informed PaleWriter that I was breaking things off with him, and reminded him that we had agreed that it was only temporary. He understood and did n't argue or anything. What a nice guy ! If it did n't work out with this new fella I 'd take PaleWriter back.

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My next period was recent but I did n't really think there was an issue until another mates of calendar week had passed. I bought a pregnancy test and it confirmed that I had been knocked up ! I had n't had sex with the new guy yet so it had to have been PaleWriter !

I texted him and he replied saying he was out of town but there was no way I could be pregnant from him. I told him it had to be his and he said he 'd text me when he got back in a few days.

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cinque 24-hour interval passed with no contact from PaleWriter. I called him but it said his phone act was out of service ? ! I had a bad feeling.

I jumped in the car and rushed over to his station. sure enough enough, his townhouse had a For rent sign in figurehead of it. I called the owners of the station but they said they could n't tell me where PaleWriter had gone because he had n't even told them !

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I never found him. I 'm sitting here now, tiger lying across my growing belly, purring. I 'm pro-choice but I would never have an miscarriage myself.

35 and pregnant, and after the maternity leave I 'll get to give up my job to take care of the baby. Fucking turd !

Ladies, do n't just consider men when they say they 've had a vasectomy. Apparently it 's really easy to manipulate a medical report card, and the joy of fucking unprotected just is n't worth the consequences.

It had been really hot, though ...