A Lactation Erotica and Cheating Spouses Story
I met Melanie at a business conference. Business conferences are really for one business: sex. What I didn’t expect from Melanie was how aggressive she was. I didn’t expect her to be married. I didn’t expect her to be lactating.
I didn’t expect to love all those parts of her.
This is a 10,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences.
Includes a preview of Andrew’s St. Crossing.
WARNING! ADULT READERS ONLY
This is a 10,000 word lactation erotica/adult nursing novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. It focuses on adult nursing, cheating spouses, group sex, roman charity, lactation mixed with sex and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy.
All characters are 18 or older.
We sought each other out at the bar and I quickly sucked down my drink for the liquid courage. I noticed half of hers was gone and I hoped that was enough to lower her inhibitions.
“Good to meet you.” I normally tried to get them to talk first, that way I know what she was actually interested in. Melanie wasn’t the least bit shy about her interest and desire.
“I saw you eyeing me during the conference,” she said conspiratorially.
“You caught me,” I admitted. “Guilty. Please don’t hold that against me. My father would have said I was undressing you with my eyes.”
Melanie laughed at me. “I’m sure your father is too old for me and I’m sure your eyes are no good for undressing me.”
“I’m not so sure about that…”
“Are your hands any good for undressing me?” she asked.
That was all it took. We went to her room and I quickly proved my hands were much better at undressing her than my eyes were.