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Click hereHi both; I am a voice artist working in solely audio at this time.
All of my submissions to this site are audio and will remain such for the forseeable future.
In light of this I have no plans reproduce notes, scripts or prose versions of my stories at this time.
I do hope you understand.
This piece in particular was written by one of my peers and I sought permission privately to produce and publish the audio here. In light of that, I'm not permitted to post text versions of this script/audio, regardless of my personal preferences on the matter. Again, thank you for your understanding.
I would much prefer to read than to listen to an audio recording. Can you upload the text version?
The sound of your voice is so damn good!!! I listen to your stories over and over and over!! You could be reading the instruction manual for a microwave oven and I'd still listen!! ;)
When you and the girls are talking about the men in your lives, they stare at you with wide-open eyes, unbelieving you're pregnant already. They all want what you have, admiring you in the early stages of bloom and many are jealous of your virile lover and accommodating womb. You get a few enquiries about him and know that they're wondering what it would be like to be filled and knocked up by this stud...YOUR stud. Will you say yes to their entreaties? Even if you initially say "no", will you ride your man into next week with naughty takes of him ploughing and servicing each and every one of your friends, whilst he makes half-hearted attempts to deny wanting them and that he will only save his spunk for you, his darling Breeding-Bride? Will you tease him with alluring descriptions of their bodies, wants, cravings and needs (the same ones you are desperate to have fullfilled over and over)? Then he tears your dress in half, leaving it draped over your naked body beneath, pushing you back against the arm of the couch; still stood up, you lean away (draping one arm around his neck and feeding your erect pinched nipple into his greedy suckling mouth) at just the perfect angle for his rock-hard erection to begin stretching your bushy entrance as his saliva-lubed finger rubs at the puckered star between your beautiful cheeks.