REVELATION
So I can honestly say that I have always been pervert of sorts. If I am in a store that has magazines and I am waiting for something I tend to look through and ogle at the women. I love looking at the women with their big bright smiles and their healthy glow, their pregnancy glow.
I love looking at all of the magazines that are dedicated to pregnancy. I can't really explain it. There is something about a pregnant woman that makes me feel a certain way. I have never bought one though. Though it is a fetish that I have, I cannot bring myself to buy one, I am just too embarrassed.
I was married at one point but my wife passed away a few years ago. We had been together for twenty years before she met her untimely death. When she died I was a mess. I had never felt loneliness like that before, it was crazy. We had been together all the time. We were married and we had made the decision to go into business together as well. If someone saw one of us and did not see the other they would ask questions. We were that close. Since her death I have not had another relationship or had any sex. I was not interested in going through the getting to know you phase again plus I did not want to feel any more pain if I was rejected.
My wife had been the best thing I ever had. She really knew me and had a way of bringing out the best in me at all times. Nobody else could do that.
After all this time without her I was hungry. Yes I had to deal with the loneliness of things but I also really needed to have sex with a woman. I did miss that. At the store that I go to there is a pregnant woman in there who is always looking at me in a particular way. Maybe she has figured out that I have a fetish. I was going to have to figure out something though as I really had to fill that sexual yearning that I had.
I was at home one day on the computer searching for tools. Of course something caught my eye. It was a porn site. I sat there looking at it for a while. Curiosity was getting the better of me. Eventually I decided to click on it. It had all kinds of women and men on it to fulfill various fantasies and fetishes, one of them being pregnant women.
I looked at the pictures that they had of pregnant women and the one that held my interest was very nice looking. She was in her thirties it seemed and I could see her nice full breasts and her stomach in the picture. She looked as if she was worried about something though. I could see it in her eyes. I grabbed the phone and called the number I saw.
"Hello..."
"Hello, I am Max. I saw your profile on an ad." I said a bit too quickly.
"Hello Max, my name is Fiona. What exactly do you like?" She said. Her voice sounded like honey.
"Oh, well, I would love to have you come over to dine with me and then you could stay for the night."
There it was out. We spoke for a couple of minutes. I am sure she was doing her analysis of me by asking certain question to figure out who I was. Maybe I was vice or maybe I was a deranged freak. She just wasn't going to come over like that. I listened to her and she sounded extremely nervous. She definitely was not sure of herself. I was just being who I was and hoped that I would not be seen as a freak.
Eventually we started to talk about price and dinner. She was okay with what I proposed for the meal and the price was okay for both parties. My mind went into a tailspin. I had to get some stuff done. I was going to have to get the food I needed to prepare dinner and I had to clean up my house. I rang off and got started. I put so some music and started to clean. How was I so messy? Well the house was not really that bad. I just wanted it to be nice and neat and clean when she got here.
When I was done I went shopping. I got the food and on the way got some non-alcoholic wine as well. She was pregnant after all. I was going to prepare some Chicken Parmigiana. I was also going to make a nice salad to go with that and I had bought dessert.
I got the dinner
So I can honestly say that I have always been pervert of sorts. If I am in a store that has magazines and I am waiting for something I tend to look through and ogle at the women. I love looking at the women with their big bright smiles and their healthy glow, their pregnancy glow.
I love looking at all of the magazines that are dedicated to pregnancy. I can't really explain it. There is something about a pregnant woman that makes me feel a certain way. I have never bought one though. Though it is a fetish that I have, I cannot bring myself to buy one, I am just too embarrassed.
I was married at one point but my wife passed away a few years ago. We had been together for twenty years before she met her untimely death. When she died I was a mess. I had never felt loneliness like that before, it was crazy. We had been together all the time. We were married and we had made the decision to go into business together as well. If someone saw one of us and did not see the other they would ask questions. We were that close. Since her death I have not had another relationship or had any sex. I was not interested in going through the getting to know you phase again plus I did not want to feel any more pain if I was rejected.
My wife had been the best thing I ever had. She really knew me and had a way of bringing out the best in me at all times. Nobody else could do that.
After all this time without her I was hungry. Yes I had to deal with the loneliness of things but I also really needed to have sex with a woman. I did miss that. At the store that I go to there is a pregnant woman in there who is always looking at me in a particular way. Maybe she has figured out that I have a fetish. I was going to have to figure out something though as I really had to fill that sexual yearning that I had.
I was at home one day on the computer searching for tools. Of course something caught my eye. It was a porn site. I sat there looking at it for a while. Curiosity was getting the better of me. Eventually I decided to click on it. It had all kinds of women and men on it to fulfill various fantasies and fetishes, one of them being pregnant women.
I looked at the pictures that they had of pregnant women and the one that held my interest was very nice looking. She was in her thirties it seemed and I could see her nice full breasts and her stomach in the picture. She looked as if she was worried about something though. I could see it in her eyes. I grabbed the phone and called the number I saw.
"Hello..."
"Hello, I am Max. I saw your profile on an ad." I said a bit too quickly.
"Hello Max, my name is Fiona. What exactly do you like?" She said. Her voice sounded like honey.
"Oh, well, I would love to have you come over to dine with me and then you could stay for the night."
There it was out. We spoke for a couple of minutes. I am sure she was doing her analysis of me by asking certain question to figure out who I was. Maybe I was vice or maybe I was a deranged freak. She just wasn't going to come over like that. I listened to her and she sounded extremely nervous. She definitely was not sure of herself. I was just being who I was and hoped that I would not be seen as a freak.
Eventually we started to talk about price and dinner. She was okay with what I proposed for the meal and the price was okay for both parties. My mind went into a tailspin. I had to get some stuff done. I was going to have to get the food I needed to prepare dinner and I had to clean up my house. I rang off and got started. I put so some music and started to clean. How was I so messy? Well the house was not really that bad. I just wanted it to be nice and neat and clean when she got here.
When I was done I went shopping. I got the food and on the way got some non-alcoholic wine as well. She was pregnant after all. I was going to prepare some Chicken Parmigiana. I was also going to make a nice salad to go with that and I had bought dessert.
I got the dinner
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