Milk Drawing Novels & Stories

Milk is going everywhere! “Ow! I holler at him and he just grins at me. “We don’t have any milk in the fridge. Too poor to get any.” He licks his lips and brings the bottle to my tit. He milks it, hard and fast. Stops half-way and then he suckles the rest out of my tit. “Not as much as the first time.” He glares at me. I don’t say anything to him. He’s not dumb, though.

With much deliberation, Ava bit into a square of chocolate and let it melt on her tongue. The only thing she could think to say to Mia was, "What about those drawings you wanted to show me before?" because she had nothing pleasant to say about Mia's family. Mia exposed her wrist by rolling up her sleeve. New line art extended from the inside of her elbow to the palm of her hand, while the older ink was beginning to fade. A hairy wolf bared its teeth, as if it were about to gnaw on a vein. Ava spent too much time staring at it. It appeared to be nearly alive. "That's a really fantastic drawing," she remarked. Her words lacked life.

It was just the two of them in a doorway, looking at what they were looking at, being exactly where they were. The drawing was in the centre of the desk. Katřina had made it at the kitchen table on a Saturday and had brought it to Grace with the focused pride of someone presenting completed work for assessment. The assessment had been: I’m putting this on my desk. Katřina had received this as appropriate. The drawing was in wax crayon, large confident strokes in the colours Katřina had selected, and at the bottom in letters that were entirely her own interpretation of the alphabet was written, in Grace’s transcription in pencil below: MAMA’S WORK. What the drawing depicted was not entirely c

“Mmm, isn’t it nice to fuck me slow and deep like this sometimes, little brother?” He began to press against her breasts. She shivered and warned breathlessly, “Easy, Luk… don’t squeeze too hard, they’re so full this morning…” He ignored the half-hearted protest, lowering his mouth to one leaking nipple. As he latched on and sucked hard, warm streams of her breast milk flooded his tongue. Kayla’s back arched, a sharp moan tearing from her throat as pleasure shot straight to her clit. “Ohhh fuck… you’re gonna turn this whole tub into a milk bath,” she whimpered, voice trembling with pleasure while he drank from her

He kneaded as he drank, rhythmic, possessive, milking her the way a farmer works an udder that’s too full to wait. Milk escaped the corners of his mouth when he pulled too greedily. It sprayed in fine arcs when he switched sides without warning, painting wet streaks across his cheekbones, dripping onto her ribs, pooling in the dip of her navel. The sheets beneath her grew damp, then soaked. The air smelled sweet and warm, like spilled cream and skin.

He was still in his suit from the event and holding a glass of milk. I chuckled and took the glass, drinking it under his watchful gaze. Golden werewolves like Candido could use their blood as medicine. He mixed his blood into the milk. He had been treating me like a little girl for the past four years. He believed drinking this special milk would help me grow taller and stronger. Well, it actually made me chubby. But I didn't care about that. And the milk seemed to taste different from normal milk. It was sweeter and carried Candido's scent. I like the smell of him.

Anastasia looked at the glass of milk then she looked at her daughter and said, "If you don't drink milk, you will never be strong. Milk is very important for your body, sweetheart. So drink milk." Hearing her Mother's words, Alina looked at her and said in a sweet voice, "But, Mommy, I don't like to drink milk." Hearing Alina's words, before Anastasia could say anything, Ethan and Evan picked up the glass of milk from in front of them and Evan and looked at her sister and said, "Princess, look, we will also drink milk now. Let's have a competition. Who can finish the milk first? Today, Mom will give more chocolate to the one who can finish the milk first."

"Got it?" "Um... um." Zander imitated her. He lowered his head as he took two sips of milk through the straw. Immediately, he frowned. The milk didn't taste good. The milk he usually drank was a special supply from the farm, so it was fresher and purer than ordinary milk. "Hehe." Savannah grinned with some white milk on the corner of her mouth. "I'm leaving now." "Wait!" Zander suddenly stopped her and quickly raised his hand to touch the corner of her mouth. He gently pressed it and stroked it with his thumb and then wiped the milk stains for her. He said, "Here is stained."

“How’d you know I like mint?” He shrugged. “I remember small things.” And somehow, that made me emotional. “Coughs, are you forgetting that I'm a nursing mother and I need a cup too.” He looked at me and said playfully “Your husband will chop off my head if I dared.” We all burst out laughing. --- Later, as they prepared to leave, Miranda stirred on the couch. She blinked up at Miles and handed him something from under the blanket—a folded drawing. It was our family, stick figures with big smiles. Rachel was there. Miles too.

That's perfect. Jehanne closed her eyes as the sweet drawing down of her milk began. Having mastered the technique, Hamish sucked lustily, swallowing great warm mouthfuls with audible enjoyment. The full breast was pressed tight to his mouth. Jehanne’s other breast wept with sympathetic pleasure, the pearly drops rolling down her white skin. She was embarrassed and made a move to reach for a cloth to staunch the flow.