Nursing Their Hungers
Breast milk, a life giving nourishment and an erotic fetish.
I had always known that life after giving birth would bring changes, but nothing prepared me for how intensely my body would demand attention—and pleasure. Standing in front of the mirror, I traced my new curves, feeling the weight of my hips, thighs, and my round, full ass stretching my favorite jeans. But it was my breasts that truly held me captive. Once a modest 34C, they had exploded to 36F—swollen, heavy, veiny, and...