Seeding Stories

“You know, Mrs. Jamason,” voice halting, yet urgent, “when we make love, I fantasize.” His cock was buried deep inside me, as it had been so many times this summer, but this was wickedly new. “I picture your belly swelling... with my child.” “Are you out of your mind?” I gasped even as a twisted thrill coursed through me, a primal maternal desire I hadn’t felt in years. I was married, his best friend’s mother, but in that...

There is a flower with seductive beauty, That it mostly remains unseen. Such exquisite beauty it displays, That casts a spell o’er many a being. Mostly observed in solitary pose, Men aspire to see one as oft they can. They seek out the female flower, To admire with desirous wonder. It is said this flower has such magic, That it holds a man spellbound. When he sees his first example, He can only stare in swooning awe. In w...