Next Time Don t Stop
I have a recurring fantasy that I hope will someday become a reality. There is only one thing that would be necessary: a cure for my husband's infertility. Every time we make love, there is that minuscule chance that I might become pregnant. However, that chance is so minuscule that, well, it just isn't going to happen. He doesn't produce enough sperm for them to even make it out of his body and into mine, let alone travel inside me in sufficient numbers to impregnate me. On the other...