Let's go find some trouble

The look the two of you were sharing was electric. Like polar opposites attracting each other. After a couple seconds, you both dropped whatever you were holding and in a flash you were on the bed locked in a deep soul kill, each trying to swallow the others tongue. Surprisingly, there was no touching, no fingering, nothing of that sort. The energy was of passionate love as opposed to passionate lust. If there was any doubt about the love you both shared, that was now evaporated.

After about 5 min of deep kissing and hugging, it slowed down to a halt as the two of you came up for air. You shared another look and in an instant, that lust took over. You had never felt as horny, but deep down, what you wanted, no, what you NEEDED wasn't your lover's hands and fingers and tongue. No. That wasn't it. What you craved - what your pussy craved - was a nice, warm, thick load of rich and potent cum. There was a fire deep inside you, and the only thing that could extinguish it was a man's semen. Your first experience a couple of weeks ago had felt good. Extremely good! The thrill of the risk had made you cum like never before. You had since wanted to experience that orgasm again. That feeling of total sexual satisfaction.

Only now did you realize, it was not just about the orgasm. It was about the risk. About the thrill. About the rush. At that moment something clicked in your mind, and Tanya noticed it. You had embraced the life with her. You had stopped using birth control. You had gotten that fateful tattoo which would probably one day be the downfall of all those hours spent working on your abs in the gym. Up to now, you had followed Tanya's rules and entered her lifestyle out of love, but thinking back, it had been really easy getting that tattoo. Subconsciously, you now know that you had really wanted it. And now you consciously knew that you needed it. For the first time, you were not accepting and enjoying the risk. You were craving and looking forward to it.

Tanya knew that look. She had seen that look so often in the mirror and on some of her girlfriends' faces. But never had it been that intense. She was now starting to wonder in her little Princess might actually become a bigger "pregnancy risk junky" that herself. It filled her with pride. With joy. And with lust.

"Princess, darling, let's go find some trouble!"

"The best kind of trouble!"