Spilling

I’d always been kinky. I had tried lots of different sexual games and fetishes and kinks. I was looking for that special someone who I could have a kinky relationship with. I found Garrett. What I didn’t expect was that we would find a kink that neither of us expected…and both of us loved. I never expected that we would be bound by the milk in my breasts.

I had never intended to self-induce lactation, or even induce it with my new boyfriend’s help, but there I was. I was happy to do it for him…and myself. I quickly learned to love it. I couldn’t keep quiet about it. I had to share. So I shared with my friend Tristyn…and her husband. We wound up sharing a lot more than I planned. I didn’t know exactly how kinky they were until it was too late.

Things were getting out of control…and I liked it. Garrett had made me lactate…and I liked it. I had a tryst with Brad and Tristyn, a married couple…and I liked it. I had reworked my relationship with Garrett…and I loved it. My life had turned upside down because of my breasts and lactating…and I wanted more.

I had too many lovers. Soren, the guy at work who was a jerk, but a handsome jerk and he was in lust with my milk. Garrett, my boyfriend, who was sweet and just kinky enough to indulge in my new-found lactation kink. He was in lust with my milk, too. Tristyn and Brad, the married couple. She was my friend; he was her husband and her submissive. They were in lust with my milk as well.

Everything was perfect or terrible. I couldn’t tell the difference. My many lovers were in love with my breasts and my milk. I had no idea where I was going with my life. It was as if things were out of my control. Everyone had different ideas about what I needed and should do with the special milky treat I could give them. I had choices to make. I didn’t want to make choices.