Honeysuckle (eBook, ePUB) - Silvestri, Elliot
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I had kept my secret for a long time. There’s nothing especially shameful about having lactating breasts, but it wasn’t part of the image I wanted to project. And then I met Jacob at the gym. It was stupid, but my body wanted him and my mind didn’t have enough control to resist. And then Honey entered the picture. She was cute and sweet and fun and sexy. And neither Honey or Jake minded my lactation. Too bad they shared a house… This is a 45,000 word erotic novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions of erotic lactation. It focuses on explicit sex and, multiple partners, adult…mehr

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I had kept my secret for a long time. There’s nothing especially shameful about having lactating breasts, but it wasn’t part of the image I wanted to project. And then I met Jacob at the gym. It was stupid, but my body wanted him and my mind didn’t have enough control to resist.
And then Honey entered the picture. She was cute and sweet and fun and sexy.
And neither Honey or Jake minded my lactation.
Too bad they shared a house…
This is a 45,000 word erotic novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions of erotic lactation. It focuses on explicit sex and, multiple partners, adult nursing relationships, risky sex, complicated sexual relationships, and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy.

Originally published in four parts.
All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
Jake called me in the hour I had between clients. “How did it go with Honey?”
“Fine. She seemed willing to work. Seems like a nice kid.”
Who was I kidding? I wasn’t that much older than her.
“Great. Can I ask you out on a date then?”
I laughed at him. “I don’t date clients.”
“I’m not a client.”
“I don’t date friends of friends of my clients. Besides, you hardly know me.”
“I met you at Ryan’s Gym. I want to talk to you about Honey.”
I sighed. “Fine. We can meet to talk about her. But it’s not a date.”
“Fine. It’s a date.”