I've said it before, but I'll say it again: I love my womb. I love that she is available despite my '''''lesbian''''' pride flags and general disdain for Men.
I love that she knows what my true purpose is. I love that she is excitedly waiting to thrust me into motherhood.
Each month she punishes me for failing to meet her desperate need. Each month she begs me to just let some Man enjoy my tight little pussy and leave us with that hot, sticky cum.
My mother warned me when I started messing around that her side of the family is notoriously fertile. She kept hinting at that 'danger' even after I'd come out to her and contraception became contentious issue between us.
I mean, how dare she act as if my lesbian identity is just some phase I'll snap out of? I shouldn't have to alter my life for the sake of these overeager ovaries--I am a modern woman with the freedom to choose to love another woman. (And not that my mother would have considered it, but even if I found myself in bed with a trans woman, their hormones are famously sterilising...)
I love my womb. I love that her existence makes me beholden to Men.
She makes me ache to be the perfect slut--needy, but never nagging. A hole, a body, just for you, Sir. Fill my sweet hole with your yucky Man juice and me and my womb will do the rest.
I love that my womb stays deep within, beckoning Men to her and out of my reach. I love that once the seed is planted, I won't be able to abort. It should never have been legal in the first place.
But most of all, I love that Men can walk away.
Any R4pist can just force His way inside. I'm not very strong and I'm not very big-I bet you could do it. Any Man could R4pe me. Wrestle me down on my back and collect my swatting hands in one of yours. Hold them together above my head and inch your way between my thighs--my womb is cheering you on.
Let yourself in--my silly, girly hormones want you here. Tell me that--tell me how wet I am around your thick Cock and tell me how good it feels to be R4ping me.
Take all my power away. It was always yours to begin with. My womb--she's been trying to tell me for so long: I am a woman.
Keep playing with your food. Treat me like your sex toy because I need to remember this. Touch me, choke me, pinch me, and fucking R4pe me. Please. Strangle me until I black out. Again and again. I'm only alive because of your desire to knock me up.
Then let yourself go. Bite me. Grip me tight enough to bruise as you cum. Let it signal my ultimate defeat beneath the weight of the entire patriarchy. And bask in that victory for you and Men. Bask in the afterglow of impregnating a lesbian--a girl--still trapped by your eminent Masculinity.
Still trapped, but no longer struggling.
And when you're ready, slide out of my pussy and make me clean your dick with my mouth. Slap me a few times. Laugh at me. Maybe take a picture or two, then...
You are free. Free to R4pe and free from it too. Thank you for taking my freedom. You and your Cock deserved it far more than me and my pussy. I deserve whatever Men choose for me.
Leave here content. You leave behind a victim who must carry your R4pist baby. And then raise Him. You have made me a good woman. Forced me to fulfill my only purpose as a woman. You've made me a good little slut. Thank you, Sir.