Robyn
“Do you know there is such a thing as a breeding fetish?” Phoenix said, almost lazily, as his head rested on my naked belly. Meanwhile, my head was resting on Jack’s muscular and slightly hairy thigh. He was playing with my hair, combing his fingers through it, and rearranging it over his legs.
“I’ve heard of it,” I said sleepily. I wrote romance for a living. Naturally, I'd heard of it.
I’d had a round with each of my boys, and I was fully satiated and exhausted. I was still a little sweaty, but I was just too tired and too relaxed to get up and go shower.
“A breeding kink just means you are extremely aroused by the idea of getting someone pregnant. Or of getting pregnant. I’m not sure if it’s really a kink at all. It seems kind of natural, from a biological standpoint
