The best thing about being a lesbian is the knowledge that a Man could turn me into His incubator at any time.
Not only would I be powerless to stop Him, but He would take pleasure in r4ping my helpless, feminine body. He would r4pe me because I would feel good around His Cock and because I couldn't stop Him.
Imagine the power He would feel as He forced His way inside my virgin, dyke pussy. So tight for its first Cock. I bet He'd relish the thought of being the only Man to ever drive into my warm, wet depths--as if I saved it just for Him. I might as well have, given how easily He would take my precious gold star.
I imagine He'd want to gloat. Whisper something obscene and misogynistic in my ear. Condescend to me about what a rapeable slut I am.
What a glorious feeling for Him to prove--one violent thrust at a time--that He matters more than me because He has that wonderful huge, throbbing shaft, whereas I only have a girly little pussy that He's pounding. And a pair of tits that He's groping.
All that man-hating, feminist posture and any Man could put me in my place with just one shuddering, ecstatic moment.
My future relies on Men's decisions. It's a given that if He wanted to, any Man could forcibly use my little dyke body for His pleasure. And if He did find Himself savouring His conquest of my holes, why wouldn't He just unload all that r4pist cum right into my pretty lesbian womb? It'd make no difference to Him--He's not gonna stick around And the knowledge that He could ruin my life would surely be its own delicious incentive to flip me on my back and ram a baby into me.
In the end, it would be my own fault if I got r4ped pregnant. By trying to avoid Men with my stupid lesbian antics, I entice Men to contradict my identity by reminding me of my womanly anatomy. Men naturally want to fix a wayward slut with their cock; and for dykes, pregnancy is the ultimate cure.
What fun it must be for a Man to not only savour my curves and juicy wet holes, but to leave deep within me an inescapable reminder that I have no true bodily autonomy. He makes the calculation that His 0rgasm is more important than my future.
And why shouldn't He? I mean, how fucking dare I try to withhold my body. Maybe if I just pretended to be straight, none of this would happen and I could be a good girl for a nice r4pist that knocks me up and keeps me as His wife sex slave.