I Wish

I'm splayed out on my hotel room bed, Keith sending tremors through my body as he fucks into me with quick snaps of his hips; it feels nearly like heaven must feel like. Nearly.

I wish I had a pussy for him to fuck me in, for him to push into and stretch out with his width every thrust while I moan for more nonstop. Keith loves to tap my bottom, he really does, but I know he's also old fashioned in his ways. 'The second hole from the back of the neck is the one you really want' I heard him say to a reporter once when asked about anal sex. If I could get it, everything would be perfect for us. If magic was real that is what I would wish for.

We'd undress as usual and he'd see what I had for him, laying on my back with one arm put behind my head, the other on my new organ, my fingers placed like an upside-down peace sign on it to spread apart the smooth flowerlike folds, presenting my virgin hole. I'd probably sport a wide self-satisfied smile and feel quite arrogant in my head, feeling sure of how well it was all going to turn out, but I don't speak, only wait for him to get ready. And he'd get ready soon enough, impressed and pleased beyond words with me he'd stroke his hard dick till it was leaking precum for me. As he slowly enters for the first time he'd split my hymen easily to get into my already dripping wet heat. My soft walls would be so velvety and slick for him, hugging him tight and twitching around him in excitement. He'd be almost too big, but I'd take it anyway with honest joy at the slight pain, I want him to ruin me for any other man.

He'd get so deep in there, pushing past the cervix and bottoming out in my lower fornix over and over as I cry how good he feels, how big he is, how I want this every day of my life. Looking down between my legs I'd see his thick cock enter and exit covered in a plentiful layer of my glistering fluid all the way to the base, some drops slinking down into the dark masculine pubic hair by his balls.

I'd throw my head back and scream how I want him to cum in me unprotected, not caring about the consequences. He growls and obliges, placing his rough manly palms on my inner thighs and pressing them apart even further so I'm almost doing the splits. He lifts his hips higher to pull out almost all the way so he can come down even harder than before. He would piston in and out of me like this several times and I'd mewl and whine as I have the best orgasm in my life on his cock. I'd clamp around him as I come crying how I want his baby, how I want him to plant his seed in me and make me bound to him forever. I think about how badly I yearn for him to use my body to reproduce, and for me to use my body for his benefit by growing his baby. Our baby. God I'd give him the cutest babies, and I'd do it better than any woman ever could. The prettiest girls and handsomest boys.

When he finally shoots his junk in me it'd pool in my vagina, spilling into every crevice, filling me completely, drowning the entrance to my uterus as he slowly pulls out the throbbing meat. Hole aching as it misses the perfect flesh it just had in it, but the heavy, sticky load would be hot and alleviating. I'd pull my knees to my chest and just lay for a little while, hoping that gravity will help it pour into my matrix of life. Praying that his seed would take root.

And in my dream, it does. I'd be able to tell soon enough, he might not, but I'd know as soon as possible. The tiny life's flexing limbs tickling me inside like a butterfly's fluttering wings, sending shivers down my spine as I realize there is no denying it anymore. I'd be so proud and pleased with myself. I'd keep it a secret, leaving people guessing why I was in such a merry mood for weeks.

Of course I wouldn't be sleeping with any groupies for this period. They'd be heartbroken, wondering why I'd suddenly grown tired of them all, my body not for them to enjoy and use. No my body would only have one use for the time. I'd stand in front of them, almost wishing they could see through me and see what I have inside; 'yeah, I can't give you this, you can't give me this, only Keith can give me this,' I'd think in my head, smugly smiling a faux sweet smile. Slipping past my lips would only be polite rejections and lame excuses. Stupid girls. They'd have no clue.

My other habits would change some too, extra careful with my exercise and performances, no indulgence in substances or bad food, only the best for my little one. That all would probably be what would clue in Keith eventually. In my fantasy he would be shocked at first, but slyly satisfied once the initial surprise wore off, he'd corner me in our hotel room later in the day and stroke my tummy as he kisses and bites softly into my neck, I'd moan and beg him meekly to be careful. He'd lay me down on the bed and pull my trousers off, spreading my legs and enter me again, make love to me gently and sweetly while heaping praise about how perfect I am and how glad he is that we've made this little treasure together. A precious little pearl growing in my womb, my pussy not too different from the oysters we have as tasty delicacies at rich parties. As he orgasms he'll whisper my full name in the most beautiful tone imaginable, Miiiichaaaeel. God, I love his voice, I love when he speaks and sings, especially to and for me.

The small embryo would grow into a fetus, at first it wouldn't be obvious to see on my toned belly, but other parts of my body would take notice, I'd widen some around the hips, my usually flat ass filling out, I'd grow thicker in all the best places for my lover to enjoy. He'd like it, I know he loves curvy bodies. My body would feel so sexy and Keith would be so horny for me. Eventually we'd have to take a break from performing for a couple of months, it wouldn't be the whole world, me and Keith would spend all the time together and write music and plan ahead for our future.

I'd love and adore any baby from Keith no matter what, just like I already do for the one he has with his bird, it wouldn't matter if it was a boy or a girl. Nonetheless, I'd wonder longingly what they would turn out to be. Maybe a boy? Yeah definitely a boy first. I've seen what Keith's chick was like when she was expecting his cherished, adorable lad, careless and strung out, not appreciating the gift at all. It's pure luck that the little chap turned out so smart, kind and healthy. She even sleeps around on him despite knowing it pains him, how can anyone do that? Have Keith and not appreciate him? Some don't deserve the good fortune the universe gives them. I'd do it all correctly for us. My darling would never have to worry while I'm carrying his child.

I thought he'd finally realize what a good for nothing she really was once he heard how she'd been with me when we filmed that movie. But no, he had just been sad and upset with us both, mostly me it felt like, and Jesus had I been angry too with myself for hurting him and even angrier at that bitch. It took me so long to win him back after that. I worried that our relationship could never recover, but he had seen eventually that my regret, guilt and shame were genuine. I've done so much to make up for it.

And now in my visions he has finally rewarded me with the most valuable prize imaginable, letting me grow and nurture his baby in my womb. Every time I'd feel my son kick I'd be reminded how lucky I am and how I have to be my best to deserve him and Keith in my life.

Our son would look like a little Keith, like how I remember Keith from when we first met, but he'd have some of my softer features, and grow into the most handsome guy and a gentleman; maybe he'd even have both of our musical talents. We'd give him lots of younger siblings, more little lads like him and a couple of beautiful girls. Our daughters would be angels, and look like both of our wonderful mothers; they'd be so well behaved, sweet, and deserving of nature's blessing to give life.

As soon as he'd be born I'd beg and beg Keith to breed me again, who'd resist for a little while, wanting me to rest up, but once he felt I'd be ready he'll do it gladly. And we'd keep doing it, over and over for the rest our lives, for as long as my ovaries have eggs to give, they're all there for Keith to use.

But as my love thrusts into my ass extra forcefully I come hard and shoot my load all over the sheets, I'm reminded that we have to settle for what we have. My darling finishes not long after and falls beside me on the bed, he scoops me up in his arms and we spoon and drift away to neverland together. I hope my dreams are as sweet as the wake fantasy I just had.