Excited mother wants to have sex

My current relationship is platonic; I don't want to say anything more about it. I want to enjoy myself and focus on my sexless life. I assume you can provide me with the necessary excitement in bed.

We have a little problem. Well, I have a little problem. I want a child, my partner doesn't. He refuses to have sex with me now, out of fear that I'll do something and get pregnant anyway. Isn't that fair? It's his own fault, because now I'll find it elsewhere. Sex, that is. You don't have to get me pregnant, though I wouldn't mind.

I want more than a superficial friendship and sex. There's something itching inside me, and I think it's that I long for something more. More security and stability. Not that I want to settle down right away, but rather that I'm looking for a steady boyfriend who's sweet, caring, and mischievous. I think I'm really ready for that; the idea sounds really nice. No casual contact, but the assurance that a man is waiting for me or will come to me.

If you're a man who loves playing with breasts, you've come to the right place. I love it when my breasts are played with.