Lactation Fantasies Novels & Stories

That always added a nice thrill to my orgasms. With my eyes closed, I delved into my fantasy land. I pictured my mother's breasts spraying milk all over me. God it was such a turn on and I didn't even know why. I wished I could suck on her nipples every day. My stroking continued, slow and deliberate. I felt my orgasm throbbing beneath my cock, ready to explode. But I kept it down. I knew how to control it--

I pleaded, "Can you please help me? I can't bear the pain." How could this feel so painful? What was worse, I felt a terrifying surge of arousal welling up within me! Charlie said that I needed to relax for him to induce lactation successfully. As he spoke, I could feel his hot breath on my chest. His actions stirred up my passionate desires. My heart raced at the thought of us, a man and woman, being alone together in an enclosed space. A shameful thought surfaced in my mind. What if… I quickly shook my head and dismissed the thought. No, I shouldn't…

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit. “Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.” She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him. Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless. After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

His cum shot across her ass and lower back, hot and thick, joining the mess already coating her thighs. The mirror flared bright. "Trial complete. Riley. Your fantasy is next." Riley stumbled backward, shaking her head frantically. "No. No, I don't…" But the images came anyway, flooding her mind. Her deepest fantasy: being worshipped. Licked. Devoured. Every inch of her body claimed by a woman's mouth, hands, tongue. She'd dreamed of soft curves pressed against hers, of fingers buried inside her, of tasting another woman's arousal on her lips.

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.

The man who she called boss a few hours ago. She went on her knees, still in front of the pole and grabbed her medium sized breasts, squeezing them hard and biting on her lower lip. She played with her nipples, pinching and squeezing and turning. Then spat on her chest and let the thick slippery fluid glide down the centre of her breasts. She grabbed the pole behind her with one hand and fingered herself with the other, the sticky sound from her vagina lips and her hushed moans filling the quiet room. Nicholas didn't move. He didn't make a sound. He sat more quietly than ever, watching her.

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.