Pregnant and horny-1

Twenty two years old: my whole life ahead of me, and I get fucking pregnant by some coward who runs the other way when he finds out. I don’t blame him. It’s all my fault, really. Or at least I take responsibility for being so careless.

But now it’s Saturday night and I’m out of my mind with wanton lust. I’m weeks away from giving birth. I don’t know if my hormones are all whacked out, or if I’m just a slut, like my father is always quick to point out. But I’m desperate for some sort of release: and the nastier the better. I take a long shower and shave everything I can reach. I consider my options as I put on my face and dress in the slinkiest undergarments I own. I top off my outfit with my black overcoat and head out to some kind of unknown adventure. My fingers slip under my coat and gently caress the silky material that barely covers my aching cunt. I drive around thinking of all the places I’d been with my no good perverted boyfriend. You know; the one who disappeared when I told him I was pregnant.