This is a narrative of fooling, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In genuine life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted infant, HIV and all variety of lesser intimate diseases await the cretin who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Shooting lacuna : PlentyOfCupid ( MF, bunko, oral, impreg, safe )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Author 's Note : This may or may not be based on a true report that may or may not let been emailed to me.

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I sat on the commode, trying to get his cum out of me. How could I let this pass off ? I was going to get pregnant !

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A couple of months previous ...

I finished my visibility on PlentyOfCupid and reviewed it : female, 35 old age old, of ordinary build, brunette, no nestling, does n't fume, looking for a short- or semipermanent relationship with a 30-40 year old male. Hobbies : camping, carte du jour secret plan, movies.

God, I hated trying to sum myself up with a page of lyric. It was like writing up a sketch to give for a job, but at least most bad Job did n't play along you home, nor did they turn over you down based on your looks. Well, at to the lowest degree in my phone line of work ( veterinary surgeon assistant ).

I saved the varlet and started perusing compatible visibility. Too short ... has tyke ... too pretty ( yes, that 's a affair ) ... this one is ... what the fuck ? The guy 's profile video was a photograph of a goose that had been disemboweled. Ugh.

I shut the data processor down and went to bed.

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I woke up in the aurora ... alone, of grade. My young man of two years had received a job offer to move to Ireland, of all situation, and did not take me with him. Four months had passed, and given that I was n't a very social individual I had been single that entire time and I was getting pretty damn horny !

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

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Over the next few weeks I would go out with the episodic guy who was n't a creep over the PoC electronic messaging, but we never seemed to hit it off. The messages I received ranged from the crass ( `` Hey baby, wan na take up my hawkshaw ? '' ) to genuine poetry, but by the time I messaged that stopping point one spinal column he had already closed his account. The respectable unity went fast.

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Another week went by and I was getting pretty antsy. After being used to almost daily sex, going frigidity joker was not enjoyable. I had to replace the shelling in my vibe every couplet of week !

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 adjacent town over, where I worked. Also, no kids !

I stalked his visibility for a bit before deciding to make the start move myself. But what to type ? `` Hey, wan na fuck ? '' My nethers said yes but my brainpower said no. `` What 's your dearie flick ? '' Lame.

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

The affair about online geological dating is that you do n't know when person will get back to you. Some masses check their messages a lot, and some not so lots. I kept the site up on the CRT screen and went and fixed myself some dinner.

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

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

Over the next couple of days we exchanged a dozen messages. He was n't a lot of a camper but he did like circuit card game, and who does n't like movies ? He had no ducky but he did like cats, and I had a cat !

It was n't eff at first sight, but it looked promising. I suggested we meet at a topical anesthetic coffee shop the next day. lady, always meet an net date for the first time in a public place !

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I recognized him as he pulled into the parking lot driving a Amytal dodge 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 boldness and shoulder. I did n't lie about having an average build, but my 5'2 frame made me look ... squatter ? ... than a taller charwoman with the Saami mensuration. The fact that I had boastfully boobs did n't help.

However, his expression lit up with that outstanding smile and he called my gens 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 walkway around a local park and I agreed. I felt pretty prosperous with him by that point, so I took a chance.

We chatted some more on the walk. He had a good gumption of humor, though corny. We liked some of the same pic, and we suggested some of our deary to each other.

Soon we were back at our cars. I had n't felt `` the flicker '' with him so I said in force Nox. He looked disappointed but took it graciously.

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

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

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

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

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affair went better this time. He loved my lasagne and my kitty Tiger liked him. We played some gin rummy and watched some TV, but still no spark. I had decided that after the appearance ended I would ask him to go home base and then I would go to bed, alone once again.

Then I saw it : a dark motion along the baseboard 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 black eye charged ! Or at least it headed in our universal direction. I screamed, `` Eee ! ``

PaleWriter was up in a photoflash, grabbing the candy tin from the English mesa, upturning it so its contents fell onto the floor, and slamming the container over top of the gnawer. It was trapped !

'' Do you consume something plane that wo n't bend ? '' he asked. After a few moments I could move again and grabbed my cutting board from the kitchen. He carefully tipped the tin a picayune, slipped the cutting circuit board under the slight gap, and then slid it forward until the lip of the top down tin was fully covered by the display board. He then lifted the whole thing up ( making me go `` Eee '' again ) and took it over to the second door. 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 black eye flying out of my yard with centrifugal force !

When he got back in the mansion I jumped him.

PaleWriter was definitely a lot better in bed than at day of the month. He went down on me, juicing me up nicely before he slid a condom onto his overnice 7 '' rooster 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 often 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 prophylactic, but he understood that I did n't know him that well so he 'd continue to use them for as recollective as I wanted. I appreciated that.

I let him know that we were n't really a good friction match but we could have fun for a while. He seemed okay with that ... what guy would n't ?

He never tried to put his putz in me without a condom on, not even a niggling. This really helped me to trust him. After a few workweek when I visited his place he pointed me to a piece of newspaper publisher on the living room table.

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

My rakehell ran cold as I thought about what it could say : `` genital warts ? HIV positive ? '' I picked up the paper and read it. `` Lab event : Complete evacuation. '' What ?

'' It 's my spermatozoan test from a few hebdomad after my vasectomy. intellection you would desire to see it, '' he said.

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

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Despite the lab study we continued to use safe. By this distributor point we had been seeing each early for a span of months.

One Nox 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 rubbed my pussy lip on the tip of his bare hard cock.

He looked storm at this, lying there while holding the condom packet. I managed to get the head of his cock between my purulent sassing. I was quite wet that Nox !

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

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

He dropped the rubber onto the bed next to us and put his helping hand on my articulatio coxae. His middle were filled with lustfulness, and it only spurred me on. I raised my pelvic arch a bit to get the rightfield angle and then slid all the way down, burying his cock trench inside me. Again I felt the strange, wonderful warmth of his skin caressing my insides, the wiz no longer deadened by a India rubber sheathe.

I moved on top of him, feeling his prick slideway in and out as I humped this aphrodisiac man. I could n't believe I had never tried unprotected sex before, not even during my full stop when it was safest. I had been missing out ! It felt so good !

His manpower moved to my boobs, his finger's breadth lightly pinching my nipples. He was pretty good with his bridge player. I increased my tempo.

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

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

His eyes roamed my body as I rode him. This was so fucking hot !

'' I 'm gon na cum. ``

Bless him ! Even now, right when almost men would n't give care, he was warning me so I could fall away off and put the condom on him.

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

'' I 'm ... cumming ! '' he called out, and I pressed my lips to his, kissing him passionately as I felt his rooster pounding cryptic inside me.

A warm, wet maven filled me where I had never felt anything like it before. In my psyche 's eye I saw his severe cock spurting hot, white come thick inside me. At that thought I came, hard.

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

I heard him grunt and his cock throbbed inscrutable inside me again and again. I continued to cum, my organic structure urging the warm substance deeper inside my unfathomed reproductive system.

Finally we both stopped cumming and I collapsed onto his dresser, gasping.

After a couple of minutes my mind started to work again, and then I realized what I had just done, and why I had been so horny, so sapless minded as to luck having unprotected sex. I was ovulating ! Also, being in my mid-30 's, my physical structure 's biologic clock was ticking very loudly, and I had n't been able to tune it out this time.

I pulled off of his cock and rushed out of the room, heading for the bath. I sat on the sewer, 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 deceased. Typical.

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The next day I told him how worried I had been that I was going to get significant. He just gave me a wry smile and reminded me that there was no way that could happen because he was shooting blanks, but if I was uncomfortable or unsure then we 'd keep using condoms.

What a dandy guy !

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

He pulled my dungaree and scanty off and asked if I wanted him to catch a condom. I was still ovulating, and combining that, my ticking biological clock, and my renewed trust in him, I said no.

He was all quick to go, easily sliding his hard, unprotected dick into my fertile wet pussy once more. I again marveled at the tone of tegument on skin as his fantastic hot hammer filled me up.

This time was a quick, hard fuck on the living room floor. He rammed into me again and again, faster and faster. I could find an orgasm rising from deep within me, just needing one thing to set it free ...

He grunted, thrusting his cock hard and holding it as rich as possible inside me as he came. As I felt his hot cum splattering into the core of my being I cried out, my body shaking in orgasm, which was amazing because normally I needed to work with my clit to cum. But prior to the previous night I had never had a man cum inside me unprotected. It was terrific !

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We never used a condom again. We would make love practically every Night, and every meter he left his cum soaking deep inside me.

When my period arrived I was relieved. Even with the cartel I had placed in my `` fuck chum '' there was a little parting of me that was afraid that I was being played. With the arrival of `` Aunt Flo '' all my remaining dubiousness disappeared.

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Over the future month we continued to get it on like rabbits. I rode him in his bed one weekend afternoon and he fucked me from behind when we had a shower to scavenge up afterwards. For an former guy he had some staying power !

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

I orgasmed pretty lots every sentence he shot his stuff into me. My body loved the impression of that warm substance deep inside, some al-Qaida instinct tricked into thinking it was getting the stuff and nonsense that makes babies even though my brain knew that was n't what was happening. At some animal storey we were n't conscious of, our bodies were trying to create a baby together.

When I started to ovulate again I suggested we spend the entire weekend in bed. He must have filled me with his cum a dozen times over that weekend, and I orgasmed hard every time.

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'' The pasturage is always greener on the other incline, '' they say, and I still considered PaleWriter and myself to not be a ripe catch. The sex was great, but that 's not all that makes a relationship, you know ?

I had kept my PoC explanation candid, and about a week later I had been contacted by a rather giving comrade. I informed PaleWriter that I was breaking affair 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 squeamish 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 late but I did n't really intend there was an issue until another couple of weeks had passed. I bought a gestation psychometric 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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Phoebe day passed with no tangency from PaleWriter. I called him but it said his phone phone number was out of help ? ! I had a bad feeling.

I jumped in the car and rushed over to his home. trusted enough, his townhouse had a For Rent sign in front man of it. I called the owner of the home but they said they could n't order 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 meaning, and after the maternity leave I 'll feature to depart my job to take fear of the infant. Fucking shit !

noblewoman, do n't just believe men when they say they 've had a vasectomy. Apparently it 's really leisurely to bullshit a medical report, and the pleasure of fucking unprotected just is n't deserving the consequences.

It had been really hot, though ...