Primal Instinct

As my body rocked on top of her’s, I couldn’t hold out much longer.

I had always pulled out before. We tried condoms a couple of times, but she didn’t like how they felt. She wasn’t on the pill. So when the time came, she let me ejaculate on her stomach or her breasts.

But now I had the urge to not pull out. The thought of shooting my cum deep inside her heightened my arousal. The risk of pregnancy produced a thrill of excitement. An internal voice whispered to me, Knock her up. I wanted to plant my seed inside her. I sensed her fertility. I wanted, for a moment, to prove my masculinity in the most decisive way, to give myself over to some primitive and powerful biological process — to procreate. The image of my sperm swimming toward her egg flashed in my mind. I pictured her belly bulging. I felt like a god as I thought about making a baby with her.

Knock her up.

Imagine the scandal. The disgrace. We would be expelled from ministry. And still….

Knock her up.

Besides, I was past the point of no return. It was time to unload. My body shook slightly as orgasm was about to overwhelm me. I lowered my head and positioned my mouth on her ear. I wanted her to hear what I was about to do. I emitted a guttural groan as I felt my semen spurt out of me. A primal instinct had overcome me.

“The supreme moment in the life of a woman, when her original being and elementary pleasure are revealed, is the moment when she feels the male seed running inside her.”

Otto Weininger

Afterwards, I accompanied her to the drug store and purchased the morning-after pill for her.