| Author: | Elliot Silvestri | ISBN: | 9781370531103 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri | Publication: | June 29, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Elliot Silvestri |
| ISBN: | 9781370531103 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri |
| Publication: | June 29, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Petranella finds that not only are her breasts growing at an extraordinary rate that went hand-in-hand with her milk production, but she found her need to have sex with anyone and everyone—her husband, her lover, her girlfriend—was getting out of control.
There had to be a solution to her problem, but Petranella found she was distinctly uninterested in either decreasing her libido or her milk supply.
The problems she was making for herself had their positive sides, of course…
This is a 10,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences. Part three of four.
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, lesbian sex, cheating spouses, group sex, FFM and MFM sex and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy.
All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
The next morning Petranella glared at herself in the mirror while she tried to fasten her bra in place. She hadn’t put on any weight around her ribcage, she wasn’t getting any fatter. The band went around body easily enough, but when she pulled the cups up over breasts, they spilled out on the sides, making it not only unsightly, but incredibly uncomfortable.
“Screw it,” she cursed and pulled off the offending piece of lingerie. While she had plenty of bras to choose from, this morning none of them fit correctly.
She wasn’t stupid; she knew that her boobs were getting bigger primarily because she was lactating. Her left forearm was still slightly sore and itchy from the chemical spill weeks back and that didn’t help any. She peered into her dresser drawer, saw the collection of lace and silk and polyester and underwire and spandex and knew that none of them would fit this morning.
“Screw it,” she repeated and went down a drawer.
Inside were t-shirt and sweatpants normally reserved for weekend wear. From this drawer she pulled out an older chemise with a built-in shelf. It didn’t have much in the way of support, but it would be better than going completely braless at work.
Not that going braless didn’t have a certain appeal…
Petranella finds that not only are her breasts growing at an extraordinary rate that went hand-in-hand with her milk production, but she found her need to have sex with anyone and everyone—her husband, her lover, her girlfriend—was getting out of control.
There had to be a solution to her problem, but Petranella found she was distinctly uninterested in either decreasing her libido or her milk supply.
The problems she was making for herself had their positive sides, of course…
This is a 10,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences. Part three of four.
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, lesbian sex, cheating spouses, group sex, FFM and MFM sex and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy.
All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
The next morning Petranella glared at herself in the mirror while she tried to fasten her bra in place. She hadn’t put on any weight around her ribcage, she wasn’t getting any fatter. The band went around body easily enough, but when she pulled the cups up over breasts, they spilled out on the sides, making it not only unsightly, but incredibly uncomfortable.
“Screw it,” she cursed and pulled off the offending piece of lingerie. While she had plenty of bras to choose from, this morning none of them fit correctly.
She wasn’t stupid; she knew that her boobs were getting bigger primarily because she was lactating. Her left forearm was still slightly sore and itchy from the chemical spill weeks back and that didn’t help any. She peered into her dresser drawer, saw the collection of lace and silk and polyester and underwire and spandex and knew that none of them would fit this morning.
“Screw it,” she repeated and went down a drawer.
Inside were t-shirt and sweatpants normally reserved for weekend wear. From this drawer she pulled out an older chemise with a built-in shelf. It didn’t have much in the way of support, but it would be better than going completely braless at work.
Not that going braless didn’t have a certain appeal…
