Pregnancy addiction

I am Kayla Pierce. I wish I wasn't but I am. I'm a 29 year old mother of 5. I hate my life. Did I always? Mostly, I think yes. I had my first baby when I was 16, and then from there I just kept slipping up and making my little mistakes. You can call me a slut if you want. Believe me, I don't care. At all. Helll tell you the truth...i almost enjoy it. Certainly during sex I enjoy it. I was having sex last night with some guy I met on Tinder and he grabbed my face and said “you want me to call you a slut?” I said yes go ahead. I don't care. Every one in this low life town knows something ain't quite right about Kayla Pierce. Even my best friends eventually figured this out. They tried to be with me. For awhile they tried. Then they washed their hands of the slut and took off. I don't blame them.

Every baby I have , of course, you already know it, has a different daddy. The story of Kayla Pierce simply could not be any other way, honey.  I'm not with any of them. Fuck no! . Just like the stereotype says.  In fact, much like I hate my life, I hate the baby daddies too. Times a million. Like I wanna kill them all. Cause they're worthless. Each of them got a different story. I'm not sure I want to tell any of them. I do that enough. And isn't this supposed to be my ficking story for once? The story of Kayla Pierce. I'm sick of telling the god damn stories of the baby daddies. I tell it so often I get confused . They're like the fuckin kids...I get their names mixed up and confused. I always remember that Dom was the first baby daddy. He happened when I was 17. I lived in Crystal Glen back in those days. Dom was actually pretty handsome, almost 24 years old when he knocked me up. I literally have no idea where he is now. He is not on the baby's birth certificate and never paid child support and he logged off Facebook years ago . Years and years ago. Sometimes I think he changed his name so I can't find him. I'll admit sometimes I try to look for Dom….

I blame a pink mini skirt I wore on a July night for Dom and my first baby, a little girl named Jolene. If I hadn't of worn the pink mini skirt she would have never been born and maybe id just be normal now. Maybe I would have gone to fucking law school. I was smart. Not anymore. Fuck no. But I remember putting that skirt on and then he liked it and told me he  liked it and next thing I knew, I'm in the woods with him and fireworks are shooting off and I'm drinking whisky with him and ….then his cum is dripping down my leg, outta my pussy. He fuckrd me on the grass in the woods at the Fort and I remember my head hitting some rock a few times. It wasn't too cozy. Then he laughed at me and his boys came walking around. I almost thought they'd fuck me too but it didn't happen. He fuckdd me a single time and I hung out with him once five days or so later and never saw him again. 4 months later or whatever, boom, I'm pregnant and realizing it. I would have aborted it but...I had no money and was too afraid to tell my father or mother. They both live in different houses and back then I'd spend half the week in one , other half in the other. I was afraid and I hid the pregnancy for a long time. I walked around with hoodies nd stuff. I was best friends with Tracy that year. He was just discovering himself as a gay boy and he was in love with Dom. Tracy got me through the whole pregnancy and treated me like a queen. He used to call me Queen Kayla in fact and he'd drive me everywhere in his , at the time, brand new Lexus. We drove all around and he'd buy me outfits and toys for when the baby wa born. Then too iced coffees all the time, and some weed to smoke. I have smoked weeed through every pregnancy and nothing bad has happened...my babies are all okay. But Tracy was so good to me then. Writing about him makes me miss him. He wound up moving to NYC and I think he lives in Manhattan . I look at his Instagram. He posts pictures in the most dazzling outfits. These days he bAsicslly looks like a girl. Anyways, he stopped chilling with me when I got knocked up the second time. He was really angry for some reason. It happened a year after Jolene was born, so she was one years old plus some months. I was 18 and I met this Colombian guy who was huge and unbelievably hot. 30 something years old. He had literally just moved here from Colombia he said. We started dating and he didn't mind my baby too much and we'd hang out with Tracy sometimes too (he didn't like him much) and then I was pregnant again. Tracy got so mad and so did the Colombian. He left immediately. Like literally he left the country and went back to Colombia.

I couldn't believe or understand why Tracy was so mad thoigh. Cause he really loved the man more than me. We used to cook for him together and Tracy would watch the baby so I could go and sleep with him and all sorts of stuff. I even used to steal some of the guys boxers for Tracy to have! Imagine? And then I got knocked up and he went nuts. He tried to convince me to abort it whixh I found shockinf. At one point he even started saying he loved me which was weird, cause he was so gay. But I told him I didn't wanna abort it and he flipped out. I wante to see my belly grow again. When I had been pregnant with my daughter I never made pictures. Now I wanted pictures and stuff, and I have tons from that pregnancy. In fact, since I'm just gonna be honest here, I might as well tell you, I not only took tons of naked pictures during that pregnancy but I also even shot some amateur porn. Lol. I met some guys online and they paid me and I sucked their cocks on camera with my big ol belly. To this day I look at the pictures and get soaked. I was so young…

Anyways after that my father banned me from his house and I had to move in full time with my mother. She has her own problems of course and wasn't too glad but felt forced to take me in. So we lived there and had to deal with the problems of her endless whacky boyfriends, who are always so ugly and so weird. I started waitressing part time and found a boyfriend to see sometimes and then two new gay boys to replace Tracy who never spoke with me again. These two boys weren't as rich as he was but they were funny. They called themselves Thelma and Louise and they'd come around and help me with the two babies and keep my mother happy too cause they were always cooking and bringing food. They cooked real good and they were so funny. We'd stay up late at night playing cards and drinking a bit and I was happy. My second baby was born a boy on August 5th. He weighed 5 pounds and 3 ounces. I was real happy to take him home. I named him Pedro cause he was half Colombian and he is 11 years old now and his oldest sister, Jolene, is 12. Remember: Kayla Pierce is 29 years old now, 30 soon. I was 17 when I had Jolene and 18 when I had Pedro.

And then….