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P.B. Breckinridge
3 min readAug 26, 2024

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My son’s birthday was earlier this month. I sent congrats through WhatsApp and as always, his mother and I kept texting a bit. Just innocent banter really but each time we chat, I know she — — my fem-boi has the same memories. They live in France and we don’t really have a chance to meet at the moment so these short online conversations are the online way to keep our chemistry alive.

You see, conceiving him was an extremely passionate and intimate affair. It would be ‘our’ third round of attempts. We’d taken some time off after the second pregnancy because it had ended unsuccessfully, which had been a bit traumatic. Before that, we’d conceived our first son after many, many tries, about 8 months in total.

Which basically meant that we’d been having sex for about three years. And that again is exactly the reason why we’d become so passionate.

You see, if you fuck for purely procreative reasons, it’s a nervous and weird affair at first. Two strangers making a baby. It can feel distant and mechanical. But then, when you have to keep trying, the intimacy will start kicking in nevertheless. You get to know each other, a deep connection grows. I remember how shy my fem-boi was at first, yet by the time we started trying for the third time, she was a completely different girl. Openly horny. Grinning seductively each time she’d welcome me at her home. She liked to be put into submission.

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P.B. Breckinridge
P.B. Breckinridge

Written by P.B. Breckinridge

Gay, Jewish, non-binary, erotica author. BA in English & an MFA in Creative Writing. Writes predominately about submissive gay characters.

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