Lesbian Lactation
Lesbian Lactation
An Adult Lactation, FFM Erotic Story
Persephone Moore
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Lesbian Lactation
An Adult Lactation, FFM Erotic Story
Copyright © 2017 Persephone Moore
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An Over the Moon Erotica Book
Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy, but in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
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Contents
ONE.
I didn’t figure out who I was until my mid-twenties, which isn’t so bad compared to some people. You know, the ones who never figure it out.
It started off innocently enough; I asked my then-boyfriend what he wanted for his birthday. We were both just starting our careers after graduating from college with a load of student debt. In short, we had little money. When I asked what he wanted, I intended his answer to be some sort of sexual service or fantasy.
I was right, of course because men are predictable.
“Anal?” he asked, half-joking and half-serious. That was the problem with Dylan. He was immature even for a bro in who wasn’t yet twenty-five.
“With your big cock?” I replied. “I don’t think so.”
First off, he wasn’t that huge. He wasn’t the biggest guy I’d been with, but to put it in scientific terms he was more than one standard deviation above the mean. Probably closer to two standard deviations.
Second, I was open to the idea of anal sex. He’d had his finger in my butt more than once and I’d enjoyed it, but to me anal sex wasn’t really something romantic. To be honest, it seemed so…common. Any woman could just say “fine” and sort of participate while her boyfriend tried to shove his big cock into her lubed-up ass while she just sort of participated. I didn’t want that. I wanted something we both fully wanted and desired.
“Sexy birthday spanking?” he requested.
“Who gives and who receives?” I asked him. What is it with men and asses? “Don’t forget. It’s your birthday and I’m no weak little girl.” I flexed my biceps in front of him. While I’m no bodybuilder, I spent more than enough time with Dylan running every morning. We were both in decent shape. Maybe I couldn’t bench press five hundred pounds, but neither could he.
“Too childish,” he dismissed suddenly. “Sex on the beach?”
“The drink or a trip to the Caribbean? Don’t forget I have no money to go jetting around the world and it’s the middle of winter. You should have told your mother not to give birth in February.”
“Three-way?” Again, he was half joking.
But I didn’t say no right away.
In fact, I hesitated too long. And he somehow managed to pick up on that.
And Dylan wasn’t stupid. “Three-way with another girl,” he clarified.
“Maybe,” I said.
“Yes! Maybe means yes!”
“Grow up.” Yeah, maybe Dylan was a bit immature, but he had a boyish enthusiasm for life that was hard to resist.
“I’ll consider it,” I told him and ended the conversation.
Honesty time. I had just started admitting it to myself, but when I masturbated, more often than not, I would fantasize about women. I was smart enough to know that meant nothing in the long run, but it meant I had a certain curiosity about sex with women. And a three-way with my boyfriend was a safe way to explore that. I could always just say that whatever I did was out of a need to make his fantasy and birthday wish come true.
It didn’t matter that I was eager for it to happen as well.
But this isn’t a confession about how I discovered I was a bi-woman. It’s also not a confession about how I discovered my lesbianism in the ...