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Round hard preggo nipples. I’m not sure if there’s another guy out there who thinks like he does, but it’s worth a try. I’m single and not seeing anyone, turned 26 in January, am 5’10’ and 135, am into running and yoga, and want to experience something similar with a single man in the Phoenix area. I’m on the pill now, but obviously, that’s open. I’m std-free and able to have (and care for) children. I’m attractive and sane, and definitely open-minded. I live alone in Tempe. I’d love to meet a handsome, polite, single, local man who is potent and at least open to pregnancy risk in an ongoing arrangement. Obviously, one step at a time.

Let me start by saying 3 women before this story takes place have asked me to impregnate them: A chubby Bipolar night Nurse, A former neighbor whom literally prostituted herself for Mcdonalds, and a stalker bitch who married my brother in an attempt to stay close to me after she told everyone we had an affair. So anytime a woman says don’t pull out, or get me preggers, or in the case of this story, “Oh Fuck Yes Daddy Breed my Princess Pussy!” I naturally think she is a lunatic and fake it.

It started on a Tuesday while I was living in a motel, I’m a computer guy, I build, maintain, and repair PC’s and maintain industrial FPGA, CnC, and Automation control systems. I was taking a quick break for lunch after working all night so I had something in my gut to help digest the Adderall. For the past week I’d been there the mousey waitress at the motel’s restaurant had made a point of saying hello to me and been sure to be the 1 to bring my order around to my door when I didn’t feel like dining in. To be honest there was nothing wrong with or alarming about this girl… In fact she was very pretty, but I’m a married man temporarily displaced from his family and it all seemed so convenient it made me paranoid.

So I called and ordered the usual, Bacon Cheeseburger, onion rings, 44oz Dr. Pepper. I dumped 2, 30mg Addy down my gullet, washed it down with a Monster, and was just in time to answer the door. Now Paige, the mousey waitress, was working when I went in at 5am, it was 1pm so you can understand my surprise when I opened the door and she was standing there with my lunch. “Bacon Cheeseburger?” Her cheery voice could be likened to Harley Quinn and nails against a chalkboard. “That’s me and you know it.” I snarled. She walked in blowing right past me, sans invitation, ” Is this the computer your working on?” She asked, eyeballing the monstrosity on my desk. “Don’t… touch… Anything!” I snarled again. “Why don’t you like me?” She asked, cutting me off mid-sentence.

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