Breeding Erotica

Knocked Up, Unprotected, and Fertile.

Breeding Erotica

Hot, hard bodies. Thrilling couplings. Sensual, endless nights full of virile, passionate ruts and no protection at all. Some needs are so primal and erotic that they can never be denied. All the hot-bodied women my breeding erotica stories beg to be filled by the virile studs that they’re totally obsessed with. Women ought to be sexy, beautiful, and utterly willing to be filled with endless amounts of brilliant white-hot seed from their alpha studs. That’s just what these stories feature. Sometimes the babes want it right away, and sometimes they have to be changed or transformed by the alpha power of their men to want what they should, but they always end up on their knees and begging for more from the incredible hunks who own their bodies totally.

Why breeding erotica? I don’t know–why not? I’ll be honest, I never had much of a kink for it until a fan, a very long time ago, messaged me and suggested writing about it. Perhaps there were subliminal messages interlaced in the letters (one can dream…sigh), because honestly, I started and haven’t stopped.

These aren’t stories about pregnancy or having birth. Someone else can handle that, thank you. These are stories about reduction. Reducing a man and a woman down to their absolute most basic, primal instincts–a man filling a woman up to make more. In some ways, breeding is like the original mind control if you think about it. A knocked up lady is just swimming in hormones, constantly filled with thoughts and cravings and desires she can’t explain or ignore. And she can only get that way when a strapping hunk holds her down and fills her up (I mean, she can only get that way in my stories). Fucking for breeding reduces all the complications of our lives down to one simple act and one simple fact–we fuck so that we can live. It’s not something we’re supposed to think about, but in these stories, we not only have to but we are seduced into thinking about these forbidden acts in sensuous ways…and isn’t that what erotica is all about?