DAILY STAR
When we were told that my partner would never father a child, we sought a sperm donor.
I asked around and discovered a guy that my friend had used. He lived nearby and offered the “natural method”.
He explained that he was willing to come round, have full sex with me for a flat fee of £600.
My partner could watch if he wanted to because the sex meant nothing; my donor simply considered himself a “service provider” offering no passion or emotional attachment.
My partner and I talked about it and decided it was a good deal (although he didn’t ultimately watch). The impregnation took place one Saturday afternoon.
I was nervous and worried about my body, but I needn’t have bothered. My donor was clean, considerate, and professional. He arrived promptly and showered. We did the dirty deed twice (just to make sure) and he left with his cash in hand.
But now I can’t stop thinking about him. The truth is that I’ve fallen for him – hard. I fancy him more than my partner. Is that terrible?
I’ve secretly met him for sex in a hotel three more times, but at £600 a pop, the cost is crippling me. He seems to like me. We
always chat and have a laugh, but his touch is all I can think about.
