This is where I lose all sense of logic.
When “Mr. Hold It Together” turns into “Mr. I Probably Shouldn’t Have Done That”.
When I cum inside you.
I know the risk, but still, I want my seed in you. I know I shouldn’t, but I do.
It’s just a primal part of me, I suppose.
I’m not the kind of man to back away from things if you end up with a bun in the oven. So be it. Being a father is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
But still, I shouldn’t want my cum in you, Miss Tumblr. But it would just feel so right to fill you up. To unload in you.
Is it wrong to be secretly hoping you end up with a part of me growing in you? That I get to hold and raise another angel? Pass on my namesake?
Now half the women reading this are shaking their heads while half are holding their hearts. I’m not trying influence either. I’m saying, what feels right, in my heart, and what I know is not right, in my head.
I want to fill you up. I want to that feeling to make sure you eat healthy while I rub your feet with your big belly carrying my baby. I want to watch the monitor as they say it’s a boy or girl. I want to force you to get a good rest. I want to go car seat shopping. I want to stare at you as you feed, while you are not looking, and secretly let a few tears well up at the beauty that is witnessing a loving mother.
So when I am inside you, I want you to know I mean it. In the absolutely most definitive way possible. The primal way.
I want you to know my cumming inside you is more than fluid.
It’s my commitment.
But I know I shouldn’t want that. But still, I do.
But I shouldn’t.
But I do.