oh to be laboring for hours in a dark, cozy den filled with blankets and pillows. you're next to me, massaging my contracting belly and soothing me when the pain gets too intense.
you kneel between my spread legs and encourage me as i bear down, the first of seven puppies making its way along my birth canal. your fingers part the lips of my puppy cunt as the head of the pup begins to bulge and crown.
you have to force my legs apart as i cry out in pain and try to close them to escape the sensation, eventually giving up the fight and collapsing onto my side as the next contraction hits and forces me to push. you lift my leg up and rub my thigh soothingly, moving to place your hand on the crowning pup. you tell me to push. with a loud whine, i deliver the head into your hand and squirm uncomfortably as the shoulders rotate, panting and whimpering. with one more hard push, the rest of the pup slid out onto the towels. i whined tiredly, groaning as the pups shifted in my belly.
it was going to be a long night.
