Post Sex

The two of you continue to make out for a few minutes, revelling in the euphoria of sex. "You don't seem to be concerned with getting pregnant."

"It's how nature intended. It was my mother, and perhaps my time."

An interesting opinion, one that you don't expect to hear.

"Wouldn't a nice young man would make a good husband for you, instead of being used like a bastard whore you are?"

"I'm not ashamed of something that is true, My Lord. A week, a month or even a year of facetious care before his boorish attitude appears, or this delicious sinful act that is fleeting, but will be remembered fondly by us for the rest of our lives."

"I will certainly remember this."

"Perhaps you want to make sure you ruin me for marriage?" Amelie licks her lips. "Imagine all those men watching me, as your offspring grows inside me. All those men wishing they could've been the ones to put it in me but were denied. They can only watch as my tummy grow bigger and bigger every month until I'm ready to be a sexy, unwed mother."