Nipple Novels & Stories

I grumble. "Don't kid yourself. A little hair is one thing and a nice thick coat on a bear is great. But when a woman runs her hands over a man's chest she likes to feel some skin. Finding your nipples through that forest would be downright impossible." My clean-shaven face heats up. Nipples are one of those things that are not discussed between a father and daughter. "Humph," is all I say. She pulls out some strange contraption. I can barely make out the writing on the white plastic. Epilady. This is not good. The damned thing says lady.

Carter said, right before his lips collided with my right nipple. The sensitive pink nub at the top of my breast grew even harder to Carter's touch. He lapped at it, circling it with his tongue, before slowly pulling away. It stood tall on my tit, like a proud solder on top of a mountain. He immediately moved his face to my other one and gave it equal attention.

Such simple clothing, but it makes her so much sexier, teasing and hinting at what’s beneath. I pinch at a nipple, twisting it with a bit of roughness. She squirms in discomfort as I watch a bit of wetness appear on the fabric around the nipple. My cock throbs, lifting up and patting down on her belly, precum dripping on her. Oh fuck, Victoria’s breast is leaking milk.

As he looked at her lying there, still sleeping peacefully, her face serene and her lips slightly open, he thought how beautiful she looked. He slowly looked down her body, seeing that at some time in the night she had obviously been too warm and had pulled the covers down to her waist. He marveled at how her breasts were still firm and held their shape, each smooth hill topped with a light pink nipple and areola. As he looked more closely at the small bumps surrounding each nipple, he blew gently onto the closest nipple and was rewarded by seeing its involuntary change from a small flattened disc

Her breast was soft, giving as I pressed with my lips, but springing back as I let go. I could imagine spending an hour here, exploring. My eyes fell on her nipples. The areolas were much darker than any other skin on her, almost a chocolate color. They were marked with reddish nipples that seemed very wide. Each was erect and pointed outward. I moved to one nipple and laid a soft kiss on it. Then another. I ran my tongue over it and discovered she wasn't fully erect yet as the dark skin began to tighten and the nipple grew. It was fascinating.

One hand delicately traced circles around the hardened nipple of her left breast, while the other hand caressed and massaged the fulnes of her right breast. His playful attention to her nipples sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, causing her to break the kiss and let out divine moans. Seizing the opportunity, he shifted his focus to claim her neglected nipple with his mouth, tracing his tongue around its sensitive skin and flicking the other nipple with gentle teasing.