Frankly I don't know if it's erotic. It's my story and its about the day I found out how life works. I got my doctorate in Biology, and my interest at the time were wild animals. I spent some time in the Rockies, but I was bored with large herbivores. I wanted the powerful cats, lions. Why? Just did. I got a three month assignment to a station in South Africa, one that dealt with large cats. All were animals that had been rescued, either as babies or injured. Not really in the wild, but wild cats nonetheless. There were Lions, and Cheetahs, and a couple of Leopards. Up close they are very different than in pictures.
In any event I was there to observe and to learn. I should add that for all my interest, I was interested in the males. I guess because I'm not male and I gravitated to certain females. I was there alone, in the sense that my then girlfriend stayed back waiting. Three months seemed like a long time. But I got my joys from this one lion. A huge animal, with two balls and a big bushy mane. I heard there that what turns on the lioness is the mane, if it's not big and dark he's not wanted. This male was in his prime, but he had been injured by a snare. He was still limping when I got there. Oh, yes and lions do have balls. Real balls, which for me was something that made no sense, why would I like balls. Because I didn't have them?
There was a ranger who worked at the camp. An older man with a grey beard and big hands and strong and carried himself with confidence, and when he swatted me I jumped. A man swat on the rump. I'm the man, you're the female, get out of the way the man is coming through kind of swat on the rump. I was annoyed in that sense, but somehow out there a big male establishing his dominance didn't offend me. I gave him his space and waited for the next swat on the rump.
I looked out over the sunset and Rolf, the ranger, came up to me and sent me in for glass of water. Go female, the big balled male was there. I went, I mean it again, out there the female makes room for the big male. I brought him his water and we talked about the sunset. He ran his hand across my rump, a very strong hand on my rump. The big male had smelled something, was I in heat? I was, very much in heat, I was ovulating. The big balled male took me to secluded spot and mated with me. Did I refuse him, not likely, if I was lucky I would carry his offspring. Like a big cat he decided that one mating wasn't enough for him, he mated with me over and over, day in and day out, for several days during my fertility cycle. He could smell me I was sure of that, the way his nostrils flared at me. I was walking away with his offspring.
I returned to my quiet life, explaining to my girlfriend how it was that I got pregnant wasn't easy. She didn't buy it. I had cheated. I told her she didn't understand. The big male wanted the virgin female in heat. Everyday of my pregnancy I had dreams of Rolf, what was he doing, was another female in heat around him. After I gave birth to a female, and she was past those first few months, I had a professional photographer come out to get some pictures. I packaged them in an envelope and mailed them to her father. Big Rolf called me the day he got them. He wasn't going to wait, he came out to see his daughter. Big Rolf wasn't going to waste his time with me, and he went back after leaving me behind with a second offspring. That's how females have back to back offspring.
This is what happens in the wild. In the wild there is no such thing as same sex pairing, that's a modern human construction. In the wild the big balled male smells the female in heat, and that's it. The female carries his offspring
