| Author: | Elliot Silvestri | ISBN: | 9781311852977 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri | Publication: | June 3, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Elliot Silvestri |
| ISBN: | 9781311852977 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri |
| Publication: | June 3, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Finding herself more entangled with Conrad and Rich isn’t a problem for Andrea. She loves the sexual attention the two men give her, but she’s much more interested—to her intense horror and surprise—in her relationship with Elaine. It’s not just the fact she finds herself drawn to another woman, it’s because she finds herself drawn Elaine because she is pregnant and lactating. The only thing she can do is give herself over to her desires.
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, pregnant sex, cheating spouses, sex with multiple partners, impregnation themes, breeding, adult lactation, group sex, cuckolding, and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“Go ahead and kiss her,” Rich said. It was uncertain who he was directly addressing, but the intent was obvious. Not wanting to be labeled as the one who was always resistant, always had to be pulled along, it was Andrea who leaned in and pressed her lips against Elaine’s.
They were supposed to be putting on a show for the guys. Andrea had fully given herself over to seeing how far she would push herself, what she would do in bed just for a thrill, just to push the boundaries of good taste and respectability. Elaine was in it without question. The kissing quickly progressed to Elaine pulling at Andrea’s clothing. For just half a second she resisted because having sex with another woman was supposed to be wrong. She had been pretending that she was kissing a man—Conrad or any of her previous boyfriends, but Elaine’s lips were too soft, her skin was too smooth, her curves too generous for Andrea to really pretend she was making out with a man. And that was good.
Elaine’s hands had burrowed up under Andrea’s shirt and was struggling to undo the hooks at the back of her bra. Maybe her bra was too tight or the angle was wrong, but Elaine wasn’t very skillful in this respect. “Wait,” Andrea said, pulling back and lifting her shirt up over her head. It was a loose tank top and underneath she wore a small demicup bra with thin straps over her shoulders. When she reached behind herself to unhook the strap, Rich called out. “No, don’t do it yourself. Let Elaine do it.”
Finding herself more entangled with Conrad and Rich isn’t a problem for Andrea. She loves the sexual attention the two men give her, but she’s much more interested—to her intense horror and surprise—in her relationship with Elaine. It’s not just the fact she finds herself drawn to another woman, it’s because she finds herself drawn Elaine because she is pregnant and lactating. The only thing she can do is give herself over to her desires.
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, pregnant sex, cheating spouses, sex with multiple partners, impregnation themes, breeding, adult lactation, group sex, cuckolding, and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“Go ahead and kiss her,” Rich said. It was uncertain who he was directly addressing, but the intent was obvious. Not wanting to be labeled as the one who was always resistant, always had to be pulled along, it was Andrea who leaned in and pressed her lips against Elaine’s.
They were supposed to be putting on a show for the guys. Andrea had fully given herself over to seeing how far she would push herself, what she would do in bed just for a thrill, just to push the boundaries of good taste and respectability. Elaine was in it without question. The kissing quickly progressed to Elaine pulling at Andrea’s clothing. For just half a second she resisted because having sex with another woman was supposed to be wrong. She had been pretending that she was kissing a man—Conrad or any of her previous boyfriends, but Elaine’s lips were too soft, her skin was too smooth, her curves too generous for Andrea to really pretend she was making out with a man. And that was good.
Elaine’s hands had burrowed up under Andrea’s shirt and was struggling to undo the hooks at the back of her bra. Maybe her bra was too tight or the angle was wrong, but Elaine wasn’t very skillful in this respect. “Wait,” Andrea said, pulling back and lifting her shirt up over her head. It was a loose tank top and underneath she wore a small demicup bra with thin straps over her shoulders. When she reached behind herself to unhook the strap, Rich called out. “No, don’t do it yourself. Let Elaine do it.”
