WHY PREGNANT WOMEN MAKE ME CRAZY
I would say it is owed to many reasons:
The struggle with her womb. Her increasingly difficult gait. Her hands on her arched low back. Her more prominent hips. The graciousness of her body at every movement, being naked or dressed. Her waddling, which apparently shows how vulnerable and helpless she seems to be. Her impressive ephemeral morphology that takes me over and leaves me speechless.
The sensitiveness and swolleness of many parts of her body. The great stretchness of her belly's skin. The new curves and skin marks that just appeared. The curves and skin marks that are to stay.
The set of veins appearing at her boobs at the same rate they increase in bra size. Her oversized and darker areolas. Her developed Montgomery Glands. Her harder, sensitive and bigger nipples.
Her puffy, sensitive and swollen pussy. All the belly rubs and caresses she does herself and craves to be done by her partner at any time.
Her aroma, as her absolute, intimate and signatured feminity exhaled in several exclusive and limited fragancies all over her body through the pregnancy and beyond.
Her moans. Her pleas. Her puffs. Her guttural noises. Her new voice.
Her constant hunger. Her cravings. Her new tastes.
Her new relationship with her own body, including the sexual field. Her real time mental rewiring. Her expectations with a new life for her, for others and, above all, for the newest human being. Her submission to a reproductive urge through an impregnation by a masculine seed.
Her fantastic and sobre-human new found capacity and strength. Her suddenly come-up vulnerability and her consciousness of doing a supreme act of service and love.
All these aspects and many more are unique to a pregnant woman. Simply one of them coming to my mind makes me horny immediately. Just imagine all of them grouped and live-experienced.
A pregnant woman is the sexiest and unique creature of the Universe.
