Friday, May 20, 2016

Cool LactationErotica

Because who likes hot milk?

Grace Vilmont, who explores the lactation erotica genre with Porcelain Milk, because who knows erotica better than artists and lactation fetishists? Get yours at Amazon Kindle Unlimited for free right now! Or you can buy it outright for $2.99. Your choice.
Judith is an artist who works in ceramics. Schaffer is supposedly her student, but he’s really her lover who is obsesses with her breast milk. She sees their relationship as an extension of her artistic urges; he sees it as his only sexual outlet. His nursing from her is Schaffer’s only sexual fulfillment, while adulterous sex with him is the only way the married Judith finds satisfaction. Together, they are terrible for each other, but can’t resist their base urges.

This is a 10,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, group sex, strong language, adult nursing relationships, cheating spouses, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.


Excerpt:


When Schaffer came into the studio for his customary private lesson, he was surprised to find Judith topless and with her assistant. She had a weird plaster cast in place around her torso and at first he was certain she had broken a rib but then he quickly figured out something else was going on. A second—hopeful—thought that she was having an affair with her assistant was quickly dashed when he realized this was just another art project.

“What are you doing?” he asked, suspicious because he already knew some of his private lesson time was going to be wasted.

“New project,” Judith said softly.

“Don’t talk,” the assistant murmured. She was cutting the back of the plaster cast

“You’re almost done,” Judith reprimanded her just as the cast came free. “See?” She twisted and carefully got out of the cast. When it was of her body Schaffer saw it was essentially the shape of a corset.

“What the hell?” he asked.

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