Personally I see the whole idea of getting a bun in my oven as a super turn off. Not judging any of you who finds this thrilling, of course.
One point I would like to make when I write feminist tentacle stories is that the female body is not sexual solely for reproductive purpose.
The female body is not a vessel for masculine ideas to take form and come to life in.
The female body is not a keeper of your secret desires, nor a host for your unworldly ideas.
A very common storyline in tentacle porn is that about the alien invasion that comes to impregnate all women and have them carry alien babies.
Wow. Amazing. That’s almost like… my Monday.
I don’t care much for reality. Reality is for “men”. Reality is dead.
So no, I am not a fan of the whole idea of getting knocked up. But give me a steady squirt of magic silky sand, from a sand worm with kissy lips, that lingers inside of me and slowly drips out again - any day!
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