Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 28444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | The Surrogate |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Jordan Silver |
| Language: | English |
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Angelica didn’t quite know how to express to anyone the new urges she felt, whether it was psychological or just nature at work, she hadn’t the faintest clue. But for the last year or so she’d become obsessed with getting pregnant. She was fascinated by the whole the process and just seeing women on the sidewalk with their bellies stretched to hold the new life growing inside them could send her into orbit. The only problem, she’s not in a financial position to fulfill her new fetish. With a little bit of research she found the perfect solution to her problem, surrogacy. Now if only she could find a couple who’s willing to do things the old fashion way… | |
| Books by Author: | Jordan Silver |
Chapter 1
I don’t know what it is about being pregnant that turns me on, or how it even started. Some people call it a fetish, but for me, it’s something more than that. It’s almost like I was put on this earth to bear children, lots and lots of children. The only problem is, I can’t afford them. You see, I’m only eighteen years old, right at the cusp of ripeness, no longer a child, but not yet quite into full womanhood.
But at night, when I’m alone in my bed with my fingers playing in my tight little cunny, the only thing that would get me off is the thought of some man spilling his seed deep in my unprotected womb. I’ve tried searching the net for other women like me, but so far, I’ve not had any luck.
My other issue is that I’m still a virgin. Forasmuch as I want to have babies, the thought of wasting myself on one of the degenerate pimply-faced teens in my school leaves me cold and not at all turned on. I’m not a prude or anything like that, obviously, but I’ve heard and seen enough to make me want to lose my virginity with a real man, someone who will appreciate my gift.
I’m not in love with anyone or anything like that. I’ve never even had a boyfriend, though not for lack of the males around me trying. I just don’t see the two, my dream of having lots and lots of babies, and a relationship as part of the same whole.
I’d been stressing over it for a while until earlier today when I heard something that made my blood heat up and my pulse race while my pussy throbbed, and I creamed my cotton panties.
One of the girls in Home Economics was talking about some movie star or another that had just had twins…by surrogate. It was like a light bulb went off in my head, and the world finally opened up and let the sunshine in.
I couldn’t wait to get home to hide away in my room on my computer to look up as much information as I could on the topic. All through dinner, I had to keep asking my mom to repeat herself since I kept missing the things she was saying.
“Angie, are you listening to me?”
“Huh? What? Sorry, mom.”
“Girl, what’s gotten into you? This is the third time I’ve called your name. Did something happen at school that I should know about?” I shook my head as I forked another piece of dry chicken between my teeth.
“No, mom, I’m still on the honor’s roll, still set to graduate with honors and all that.” No way am I telling her what’s on my mind, she’d freak. After having me when she was not much older than I am now, and being left alone to raise a baby on a high school education, which meant she could only get minimum wage jobs, her biggest fear is that I’d follow in her footsteps.
She, too, had been an honor student in her day, but unlike me, she was way too into boys and being popular. Maybe that’s why I am the way I am now, I’d learned from her to be wary of high school relationships and teenage boys that cannot be trusted.
“Anyway, like I was saying, they called me into the office today and well… it looks like I’m either going to be laid off or have my hours cut back.” My heart sank at that. We were already living below the poverty line in this dump, which was the best she could afford.
“Mom, I told you I’d go get a job.” She was already shaking her head before I was through talking. “No, I want you to finish school and go on off to college. After that, I’d have done my job raising you and go on with my life. If you get a job now it’ll take away from your studies, then you’d start thinking the little bit of money you make is enough to live on, and you’d get lazy. I know, that’s exactly what I did.”
As she spoke, I drowned her out again, my mind drifting to what I’d learned so far about the surrogacy program. It sounded good enough, I guess, but it wasn’t exactly what I was looking for. It sounded so cold and impersonal, not at all the way I imagine surrogacy to be.
Maybe my mind is too advanced or too primal more like it. But I don’t want a pregnancy without the act of getting pregnant. I don’t want to go into some hospital room somewhere and put my feet in stirrups while some unknown uncaring doctor inserts something in me. I want the whole package. I want to feel a man cumming inside me and letting his life-giving sperm breed me.