Funny Vasectomy Meme Novels & Stories

No idea where it came from, but I'm not complaining as both of them pick up the pace. A few thrusts later, Lazarus growls and lifts my body off him, breathing heavier than I've ever seen. "Told you vasectomy is the answer, brother, unlimited creme pies for me. Sucks to be you, really," Lenox laughs, still thrusting his length inside me.

"I don't track it anymore. It's been... irregular." "Okay," Dr. Evans said. "Let's rule out the obvious first." "The obvious?" Noah asked from the chair in the corner. "Pregnancy," Dr. Evans said. Noah laughed. "That's impossible. I had a vasectomy. Decades ago." "Vasectomies can fail," Dr. Evans said matter-of-factly. "Rare, but it happens. Especially if you haven't had a check-up in a while." "I haven't had a check-up because it worked," Noah said. "We have a twenty-year gap between kids to prove it."

I immediately climax, so caught off guard by the action. I scream out his name over and over, worshiping whatever god created this sex demon. Cass comes with a strangled yell and it prolongs my orgasm. My leg falls from Cass's shoulder and he collapses forwards onto me. We're breathing in synchronized gasps and I can't help but chuckle. Cass's stands and pulls out of me. I immediately panic, "Cass, we haven't used a condom all week! How could we be so stupid?" He puts a soothing hand on my shoulder and says, "I had a vasectomy years ago, it's not a problem. I took a test the morning after the first time and I'm clean."

Brayden throw a second glance at him then at his crotch again. Maybe little Rowland is sick or not working, he wondered why he could need a doctor for.... "I want to have a vasectomy surgery down." Rowland replied nonchalantly gulping down all the drink in his cup. "......" Brayden "........" Authur Did he just say a vasectomy surgery, vascetomy operation is equal to castration though you may still perform as a man and it won't affect your performance but you will never be able to have children not in this life.

Leo said. I laughed, “Leo, we both know I can’t get a woman pregnant after the vasectomy I had years ago. I don’t want a child.” I said. Leo gave me the silent treatment again and I rolled my eyes. “What is it this time?” I asked. “What we both know is that vasectomies are reversible with an effectiveness of ninety percent at least. That’s pretty effective to me.” Leo said. “With an offspring, you’ll feel more complete. Knowing that the pack will still be run by your lineage.”

She turns over, so I pull her up, so her head is resting against my chest. “You’re going to be mad at me, too. I still don’t understand it though,” he grumbles. “Why is Carley going to be mad? You know you’re in a safe space,” Weston coaxes. “There is a zero probability the baby is mine. I had a vasectomy the moment I turned eighteen. My genes are rancid. I couldn’t corrupt an innocent life,” he deadpans. Carley’s body stiffens at the same time I suck in the air between my teeth.

"I should probably tell you that I had a vasectomy a few years ago. I didn't think I should be raising any kids. Not with as screwed up as I am." I nodded. "That's a pity. You'd probably make a good father." I shrugged. "I can't have kids either. The Petters sterilized me when I got old enough to get pregnant." Anger descended on his handsome face. "I can't wait to kill them. All of them." I nodded. "Ditto." I yawned. Right in his face. Felt my cheeks go red when he laughed at me. "Sorry." He chuckled. "That was rude, Mistress." He winked at me. "But I think both of us need some sleep. Especially if we have an accelerated time frame to take these fuckers down."

I get so lost in this fucking body of hers. "Ok, don't freak out and I remember I can get it reversed." Not that I would but the option might help relax her. "Get what reversed?" She pulled rough at the handcuffs. I looked up to her wrist a little concerned. That was a good idea though. Definitely chaining her up more often. "My vasectomy." I looked away waiting for the hell she was about to bring. We never made a decision without discussing it with the other. "Your what? Uncuff me now so I can beat the shit out of my husband!"

I stopped him right in the middle of a thrust. He froze, looking down at me with that clear, questioning look in his eyes. “I don’t want to get pregnant,” I blurted out. He softened immediately. Slowly he leaned down and kissed each of my closed eyes—first one, then the other—soft, gentle kisses that felt strangely tender after everything. “Don’t worry,” he murmured against my skin. “I wasn’t planning on that.” Then he added, voice low and steady: “I had a vasectomy the moment I knew you were my mate.”

she said as she grabbed his hand the minute he walked through the door and led him upstairs. “Okay. Can I put my briefcase down first?” “No!” “Lara, what is going on?” He asked as she closed the bedroom door. “I have a question for you, Chris.” “Okay?” “After your vasectomy, did you ever get your semen checked? Remember you had the appointment scheduled for eight weeks later?” “Um. You know. I believe I had to reschedule that appointment due to an emergency meeting. And I may have forgot. Why?” “Why?” she cocked her head at him. “I’ll tell you why.”