Womb
They call it “womb envy” - the understandable fantasy of a male to have this amazing organ, the cauldron where human life itself is forged. He has no such ability; the sorry excuse for the male part of human reproduction is a few glorious minutes spent between a woman’s legs and feeling her from the inside and then - that’s that. His role, other than supporting her afterwards, is done. Hers has months, years to go. The child, should there be one, will come from her b
Womb
By: dreamweevil
Favorited: 3 years ago
Rob couldn’t believe it. He’d heard
the rumors, obviously, that this place existed. But it always sounded
too good to be true. It didn’t help that no one seemed to have ever
actually been or know where it is. The talk was that you had to be
invited to come.
And sure enough, here was an
invitation, right in Rob’s hands, mixed in with his other mail.
It was slightly smaller than a
postcard, with simple black background and somewhat neon letters.
You Have Been Accepted To
Join
The Motherly
The Invitation
By: notabot
Favorited: 10 years ago