Erotic lactation Stories

The morning is chaotic. Like always. The baby is in her swing, crying. I’m attempting to get her and myself ready for my 12-hour hospital shift and make myself a to-go coffee on four hours of sleep. “Babe! Can you help,” I holler to my husband, who’s enjoying his coffee on the lanai, watching the morning news. “ I have to leave early for a meeting!” “You’re the one who wants to breastfeed at night, babe,” he yells back wi...