Thrill seeking

It's your insatiable sexual appetite that has brought you here. Sure Chris was good, and you can still feel the warmth of his cum deep inside your womb, but you still find yourself wanting more than just one cock, and one load up inside you. You wouldn't mind right now if you were attacked by a gang, and gang ****. You'd probably enjoy it, and it would probably be enough to satisfy you. At least you would hope so. It is night, and you could walk the streets looking for a gang like that. It's a crazy notion, but you've had crazier ones to be sure. Like the time you threw out all your birth control, thinking the added risk of pregnancy would give you a big rush. It sure did, and it scared you a little when your period came a little late. Maybe you should try that again?

You dig in your pocketbook until you feel the flat, round container. You pull it out and take note that you only have a week's worth left any way before tossing it into the gutter. You smile, satisfied with what you've done. Not only do you now run the risk of getting pregnant, but you also run the risk of getting pregnant with a black baby. Or, depending on where you end up in the Hood, it could even be Hispanic, Oriental, or perhaps even Muslim. It all depends on who finds you first.