Breeding Kink

Haha, fair enough. 😆 Well, feel free to go into more detail. For your own benefit of course. Not for my inevitable alone time later... 😉 If not here, you know where my inbox is, haha. 😜

***Waits eagerly*** 😀

Oh, please do.

By all means, carry on - for scientific purposes, of course.
Since you asked ;) :p

I’ve said it before but for me, breeding and the idea of it is really primal and instinctual. It’s the ultimate claiming of each other: he is imprinting himself in me, embedding himself in me, and I get to carry that. I let him claim me and I made him cum so much that he’s lost all control and implanted himself in me.

For me, it’s such a beautiful act of submission and dominance and it’s a bit like the yin and yang

When I think of being bred, my nipples automatically tighten, my lower belly clenches, my pussy gets wet. I want to either be on my back with legs wide or on my knees, ass up and head down. It’s that primal for me.

And while it’s a kink—I refuse to call it a fetish because I can cum without the breeding aspect, and because let’s face it, breeding is part of fucking lol—I don’t share it with just anyone and won’t even play with it with just anyone. It has to be with someone I see as not only sharing and respecting this kink, but one whom if I meet, I would open my thighs for and let him take me how he wishes. This could be anonymous or one I have an established rapport with, but it’s someone I see who shares this primal trait

I know not everyone sees it that way, but it’s my truth.

And it’s always there—but really high when I’m ovulating lol. All I want to do is fuck and be fucked and be filled over and over and over again :p

Or do I need to talk about other details?;) :p :devil:
 
Since you asked ;) :p

I’ve said it before but for me, breeding and the idea of it is really primal and instinctual. It’s the ultimate claiming of each other: he is imprinting himself in me, embedding himself in me, and I get to carry that. I let him claim me and I made him cum so much that he’s lost all control and implanted himself in me.

For me, it’s such a beautiful act of submission and dominance and it’s a bit like the yin and yang

When I think of being bred, my nipples automatically tighten, my lower belly clenches, my pussy gets wet. I want to either be on my back with legs wide or on my knees, ass up and head down. It’s that primal for me.

And while it’s a kink—I refuse to call it a fetish because I can cum without the breeding aspect, and because let’s face it, breeding is part of fucking lol—I don’t share it with just anyone and won’t even play with it with just anyone. It has to be with someone I see as not only sharing and respecting this kink, but one whom if I meet, I would open my thighs for and let him take me how he wishes. This could be anonymous or one I have an established rapport with, but it’s someone I see who shares this primal trait

I know not everyone sees it that way, but it’s my truth.

And it’s always there—but really high when I’m ovulating lol. All I want to do is fuck and be fucked and be filled over and over and over again :p

Or do I need to talk about other details?;) :p :devil:
You really are an amazing woman... 😍🤪 It's probably a good thing for my marriage that you aren't nearby. ;)

You are always welcome to talk about more details. I certainly won't complain. 😁
 
I'm glad that I stumbled across this thread. For the longest time, I haven't wanted kids and still not sure that I do. But lately just the need to breed, being able to just take a woman, and full her deep with my seed seems to be part of every fantasy of mine. Not sure if it will ever happen but it's a hot thought to. I don't care if it's someone I know or a stranger but the idea that it is someone you don't know makes it an even bigger fantasy because of the taboo nature of it.
 
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Great thread, very spicy!

As a kink, though it wasn’t intended to be sexy I got really worked up by the movie “don’t breath,” the scene where the blind man was going to create a new child with the captive. I must have been very deprived that night.

 
Exactly! My uterus is trying to trick me into letting my husband breed me again. Whenever I’m ovulating the thought of bareback sex is soooo seductive.

His bare cock in my fertile pussy. Nothing separating us, just skin on skin, the way it’s supposed to be. My feet up in the air as he pounds me. And then the moment I want so badly. His hard cock throbs and I feel the warm, wet gush. He delivers his full load right at the entrance to my cervix. Mission accomplished!
You make that sound amazing. But then the price of college tuition pops into your head. LOL!
 
You make that sound amazing. But then the price of college tuition pops into your head. LOL!
Reminds me of a scene in Modern Family: it's morning, Phil and Claire are in bed, Claire says "We have to take Luke to school." Phil replies he's hoping for some loving, Claire says, "Not unless you want to have this same conversation again in 15 years."
 
Since you asked ;) :p

I’ve said it before but for me, breeding and the idea of it is really primal and instinctual. It’s the ultimate claiming of each other: he is imprinting himself in me, embedding himself in me, and I get to carry that. I let him claim me and I made him cum so much that he’s lost all control and implanted himself in me.

For me, it’s such a beautiful act of submission and dominance and it’s a bit like the yin and yang

When I think of being bred, my nipples automatically tighten, my lower belly clenches, my pussy gets wet. I want to either be on my back with legs wide or on my knees, ass up and head down. It’s that primal for me.

And while it’s a kink—I refuse to call it a fetish because I can cum without the breeding aspect, and because let’s face it, breeding is part of fucking lol—I don’t share it with just anyone and won’t even play with it with just anyone. It has to be with someone I see as not only sharing and respecting this kink, but one whom if I meet, I would open my thighs for and let him take me how he wishes. This could be anonymous or one I have an established rapport with, but it’s someone I see who shares this primal trait

I know not everyone sees it that way, but it’s my truth.

And it’s always there—but really high when I’m ovulating lol. All I want to do is fuck and be fucked and be filled over and over and over again :p

Or do I need to talk about other details?;) :p :devil:
For me it is the ultimate goal!! Very well desribed
 
It’s there. It’s a deeply seated (or seeded 😏) biological urge, at least for me. It’s more prominent when there is a very strong connection. I feel it. In those moments, I’m conscious of that thought and that …. want, sometimes need, to be inside, dominant, possessive, very deep, completely, and maybe permanently.
 
This is SO straight and old-school, but I forgive myself when I remember none of us are born a tabula rasa--these bodies and brains are not born without form or direction.

I was watching some YouTube shorts, and in between the SpaceX commentary, war in Ukraine commentary and cat and dog shows (don't judge), I got a few "young women (straight) or teens pontificating about how men and boys should approach them" vids.

Maybe it's the algorithm or maybe that's the common opinion of that demographic, but damned if the universal message wasn't VERY traditional with respect to gender roles.

Fine, I'm not going to get into it on a cosmic scale. But in my  personal experience, yeah, it all sounds about right: My female partners have always wanted me "to be a man" while they were girls (do not call me out on the man/girl thing--like referring to any person by their preferred name, pronoun or whatever the age-gender thing is, I respect and repeat what I am told--my [late] wife would have been upset if I ever referred to her as a "woman"--till the day she died, at 42, she was a girl and don't you forget it, buster).

So it was when we (not me alone) decided to start a family (get her pregnant). That was a "we" thing.

But the mechanics were as one-sided as you could imagine: She thrilled to me talking about "my needs" and how her body would serve them, unto her belly swelling with a baby. She encouraged me to let loose with any hidden thoughts that were exercised when we were having sex (yes, I had concealed some things, out of fear that they would have her feel lesser or inferior, when in fact they made her feel submissive and valuable, which are polar opposites).

I did. Ever since my first GF, not getting my partner pregnant was waaaaay more important than me enjoying sex. So be it. My partners had waaaaay more "skin in the game" as they say.

Until we were married, and the first time I filled my wife's pussy (which a day earlier had been my GF's pussy), I realized: It was okay. It was okay to want to enjoy the fact that my pleasure could make her a mother: She signed up for this possibility and I didn't need to feel inhibited to want it.

When  she got candid with me, she told me that "was hot." That it thrilled her that I was in control of her fate (as it were) because she loved and trusted me to take care of her, not merely to use her.

It's late (early, whatever) and there is more to be said about this, but I'm tired and I have no idea if anyone reading this wants to read one more word on it.

But I'll return. Here or in DM. Men can chime in, of course, but if any female wants to know more about what this once-husband, still-father was feeling and thinking when my wife was riding me and telling me her body was mine to enjoy "and whatever happens, happens" (I came like never before), what I felt when she woke me at 2am out of a sound sleep (she had slipped out of bed and drove to a 24-hour pharmacy for a pregnancy test) to tell me "we" were pregnant (yes, but) or when I saw her nipples darken (her first visible sign of becoming a mother), I'll share.

Because when she was urging me to "give me what I want," with my cock deep in her and ready to fill her, I felt like I understood, for just those moments, why I was looking at Playboy magazines two decades earlier, why I found myself buying stockings and a garter belt for a Christmas present a decade before (different female!!!) and why I gave her what she wanted, telling her that knowing that she wanted this time to be "the time" was going to make me  flood her, and to be ready for it: Being a man (to me, cis-het) means being everything a woman could want, but could never have without me.
 
I have a huge breed or impregnation fetish. I have gotten so many women pregnant over the years. Over the years I have refined my fetish. I only want the impossible pregnancy. She has to be married and over 40. Getting a divorce or cheating. But for me to be really erotic she has to belong to another man. I'm a huge turn on if i fuxk her in the bed she and her husband sleep in. It is a high to pin her down so she can't escape and tell her that I'm putting my baby her. The feeling of power over her is a high. The act of forcefully claiming her uterus while she is trying to fight me off is powerful.
 

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So, for some context- I used to be severely phobic of pregnancy/pregnant people (as in, would have a panic attack seeing a pregnant woman) and I grew up decently religiously- Not extremely so but enough that I never wanted to have sex before marriage and dealt with a lot of guilt around losing my virginity at 18 without being married. Somehow, between the guilt of unmarried sex and being scared of pregnancy, I started kind of obsessing about it?

It started with a simple fascination with creampies as I've never had one and always been *very* careful to have safe sex- only with condoms, EVER. It was always extremely important to me because I was terrified of getting pregnant and I wouldn't even really let any of my partners rub their dick on me without a condom. But slowly I just started to think about what it would be like if they took the condom off and it turned into a pregnancy risk kink. I've never actually done anything involving it, I've just thought about it * a lot *.

But somehow, as I hit my 20s (I'm 24 now, for reference), it just started getting more and more intense and it went from a pregnancy risk kink to just being obsessed with the idea of being bred. Being pinned down and filled with cum, someone saying they're going to knock me up or fuck a baby into me, that sort of thing. It's gotten to the point that I can't get off without thinking about someone shooting their load inside me and I just fantasize about being knocked up for a large portion of my day.

Weirdly, it's helped with my pregnancy phobia, but I was wondering if this happened to anyone else? Like, just like a switch flipped at a certain age and you just became obsessed with the idea of being impregnated?

It's not even baby fever, necessarily, I don't feel the need to have a child persay (I'm also not sure if I'd even be able to, as women in my family struggle with infertility) but just to be pregnant and be claimed by someone in such a raw, primal way. It doesn't help that I recently learned about microchimerism in pregnancy (tl;dr: fetal cells being stored in maternal blood and tissue) and it just seems so hot to me to have someone elses DNA in me forever.
I can completely relate actually. I was super worried about getting pregnant before I actually wanted to. Talking about having sex I would say yes we are going to use a condom and avoid being parents until we're ready. However once in the moment it would hit me hard that I would want them inside of me bare knowing the risk we were taking with each movement and moment. I want to push the line and even wanted to go beyond and see what happened and it was hot. If the dirty talk turned to knocking me up the excitement went through the roof. Like you mentioned though I was not eager to become a mom, even during sex but the actual act of breeding or risking it was and still is super hot.
 
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