Milke & Cookie
When Catherine took a bakery job she knew being around so many tempting sweets would most likely prove to be too much for her weight. It wasn’t the cakes and pies that distracted her, it was the handsome young cop who visited on a regular basis. She was sure Officer Bobby was fascinated by her oversized breasts and worried that their tendency to leak milk at the wrong time would drive him away. More
When Catherine “Cookie” Tibbits took a job at a bakery she knew her weight was going to be an issue because she had worked so hard at keeping it off and being around so many tempting sweets would most likely prove to be too much. But it wasn’t the cakes and pies that distracted her, it was the handsome young cop who visited on a regular basis. She was sure Officer Bobby was fascinated by her oversized breasts and was worried that their tendency to leak milk at the wrong time would drive him away. Catherine couldn’t have been more wrong about Officer Milke.
This is an 11,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, erotic lactation, an adult nursing relationship, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
She laughed at him. “Probably not. But you’re a little too stiff and formal. And I’m not nearly as drunk as you think. More importantly, I’m far too hot and bothered to let you leave here without a roll in bed. What do you say?”
“Uh, well, yeah, that would be nice, but I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
That caused her to burst out laughing. “If anything, Bobby, I’m the one taking advantage of you.” She whirled around table, plopped herself in his lap, and pressed her lips to his. He didn’t resist and kissed her back. She pressed her breasts against his chest. It was rock solid. Their tongues touched for just a moment, then she pulled back and asked a question. “So why does a big strong guy want to date a short, fat chick?” She fixed him with a steady glare. “Don’t give me a story either. I don’t like your answer I’ll kick your ass out and use the vibrator in my nightstand.”
Against her naked thigh she could feel Bobby’s erection pressing hard, trying to escape the confines of his pants. He leaned into her, kissed her lightly on the lips, and said, “I like soft girls.” He exhaled with the admission. “Soft and round. I’ve date a bunch of girls I’ve met at the gym and I don’t like women with rock hard muscles. I want softness.”