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I’d always been kinky. I had tried lots of different sexual games and fetishes and kinks.
I was looking for that special someone who I could have a kinky relationship with.
I found Garrett.
What I didn’t expect was that we would find a kink that neither of us expected…and both of us loved.
I never expected that we would be bound by the milk in my breasts.
This is a 50,000 word erotic novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions of erotic lactation. It focuses on explicit sex, erotic lactation, adult nursing relationships, risky sex, complicated sexual relationships, pegging, mild BDSM, body modification, and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy.
All characters are 18 or older.
Originally published in five parts.
Excerpt:
“They’re too small,” I said automatically.
“They’re perfect,” he repeated and gently pulled my hands away to expose my breasts again. “B cups, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “Men, obsessed with size.”
“Bs are perfect. Not too big and not too small.”
“You’re just saying that because you want to get into my pants,” I told him.
Garrett shook his head. “I’m saying that so you’ll let me play with them.”
I was looking for that special someone who I could have a kinky relationship with.
I found Garrett.
What I didn’t expect was that we would find a kink that neither of us expected…and both of us loved.
I never expected that we would be bound by the milk in my breasts.
This is a 50,000 word erotic novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions of erotic lactation. It focuses on explicit sex, erotic lactation, adult nursing relationships, risky sex, complicated sexual relationships, pegging, mild BDSM, body modification, and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy.
All characters are 18 or older.
Originally published in five parts.
Excerpt:
“They’re too small,” I said automatically.
“They’re perfect,” he repeated and gently pulled my hands away to expose my breasts again. “B cups, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “Men, obsessed with size.”
“Bs are perfect. Not too big and not too small.”
“You’re just saying that because you want to get into my pants,” I told him.
Garrett shook his head. “I’m saying that so you’ll let me play with them.”