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Veronica’s Not-So-Secret

One of the things that Veronica loved best about being in-milk was how… sensual it made her feel.

From the added fullness to her breasts to the enlargement, darkening, and added sensitivity of her teats, she had never felt herself to be a more sensual being than she was now with her breasts full of milk and she was more proud than ever of her boobs and thus couldn’t help but take every opportunity to show them off in some fashion or another.

She had always loved attention even before she started lactating, but once the milk came in… the addition of the milk-hungry gazes of boob and milk lovers alike only heightened her desire for attention and it made her all the more eager to show off.

From low-cut blouses to show off more than ample cleavage to industrial strength nursing bras paired with sheer tops to tempt closeted lactation lovers, she happily put her milky mammaries on display at every chance she got and today was no exception.

Dressed in a short skirt that showed off her bubble butt, five inch heels that showcased her bouncy ass and chest with every step, and a nearly see-through cream silk blouse over an industrial strength nursing bra, Veronica was ready for a day of shopping and another day of titillation and what better place to shop at than at a lingerie boutique?

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Accidental Advertising

It was just another day at work when Joseph saw them – the most perfect pair of tits in the world.

Sarah was her name and she was a new-hire who had the cubicle across the aisle from him. A long-haired brunette and conservative in her attire and makeup choices, Sarah was a bit of a plain-Jane in terms of appearance at first glance.

On Friday night – the end of her first week of employment, Joseph got his second glance… on accident when he glanced up from a whitepaper he was typing up on his laptop at the side unit of his desk.

Stretching in her chair, Sarah had taken off her blazer which left her wearing only her cream colored blouse. Tight in all the right places, the blouse revealed a curvy figure and a more than ample bosom of the D-cup plus variety.

When Sarah turned around in her stretching, he was stunned to see that the front of her blouse was stained with two very large wet circles and looking closer revealed a pair of almost equally large dark circles hidden beneath the soaked fabric.

Joseph was no fool, but even more than that… he was a breast man and a milk man and he knew without a doubt that Sarah was lactating.

The very knowledge thrilled him and his cock couldn’t help but respond and he soon had a major tent pitched in his slacks.

When Sarah started unbuttoning her blouse, he could hardly believe his eyes. Was it possible that she didn’t realize that he hadn’t gone home yet for the evening and was getting an eyeful? Did she not realize that their workplace had security cameras all over the place?

Either way, she either didn’t notice or didn’t care and proceeded to remove her blouse after unbuttoning it and Joseph nearly gasped when an industrial strength nursing bra – strained at its straps and front-hook closure from the fullness of her milk-laden breasts – came into view.

Despite the distance between them, he could clearly see that the nursing bra – like her blouse – was thoroughly soaked through with milk and accordingly, he could see even clearer the outline of dark nipples and areolas hidden beneath them.

“Please take off the nursing bra – oh PLEASE take off the bra!” he whispered to himself as he couldn’t help but stare at the marvelous sight before him.

As if hearing his plea, Sarah unfastened the front hooks that kept her nursing bra closed and within moments, her breasts sprang free of their confinement and Joseph was treated to a view of the most perfect pair of tits ever.

Very milk-engorged and beyond the DD size, Sarah’s bouncing milky mammaries were full and firm and heavily veined and the very dark and very large teats with their thick and distended nipples practically advertised to anyone and everyone that they were more than ready to be nursed from.

a pair of milk-engorged breasts showing off a most attractive pair of teats

In other words – WHAT a pair of milkers and what luck to be able to see them in their bare and naked glory!

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[poetry] Drink From Me

Engorged to full and heavy ripeness
With teats enlarged and speckled to perfection
With their tips distended with new thickness
These milk-laden breasts offer a confection

Warm and sweet like no other drink
The drops that drip whisper the secrets of milk
While the dark blushing circles beg one to think
About hands and mouth upon skin of silk

A pair of hands to squeeze and pump
A mouth to open and be filled with teat
Following the rhythm as the heart goes thump
Milk will flow with each and every beat

Hungry swallowing to quench a thirst
As pleasure unexplainable starts to grow
No matter if the nursing is the last or the first
The gulping will only quicken and never slow

And hard as a rock or slippery with wet
Neither phallus nor womb will escape the need
For another different desire to be met
And muffled by suckling will there be a plead

Please!

To cum with a gush like from the breast
An ecstacy that can never feel wrong
And a sensation that is experienced best
While the mouth is latched on and strong

A gulp and a swallow and another pull
Will suddenly bring forth a flood untold
As the mouth is filled to overfull
With the milky bounty the breasts hold

More fevered gulping and it is time
As weeping needs will have started to throb
And hips will buck in an attempt to mime
The motion of a stroke, pump, or bob

And a cry will escape past milky lips
As pleasure brings one to the very brink
And as sticky sticks and slippery slips
All will be released that is left to drink

So come!

These breasts that are engorged – loudly they call
Begging for someone to fulfill a need
To nurse and be nursed from dawn till nightfall
Until bodies are spent of slick and seed

Just open your mouth and latch on strong
To these teats that are so large and rosy to see
In this mutual need there can be no ill or wrong
Or in the mutual pleasure that there will surely be

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[images] The Need

Before I finish up for the day, here are two pictures (screenshots, actually, from a Lactation-Fantasy.com video I collected some time ago) that inspired me to write The Need:

The first picture:

a beautiful pair of milk-swollen breasts leaking and dripping milk

On second thought…

Maybe they were just an excuse to write yet another little something focusing on the irresistible allure and attraction of a pair of breasts that are so very clearly lactating and being nursed from.

I mean, just LOOK at those teats – MMMMM MMM!

A close-up view of one of the teats in question:

a close up view of a breast full of milk and leaking milk

Greatly enlarged in size… darkened in color and pigmentation… distended nipples… auto-dripping milk…

Aren’t they just the perfect advertisement?

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The Need

It wasn’t until she experienced milk engorgement – the state of her breasts being fully filled with milk but without any possibility of release or relief – that she finally understood what it meant to Need.

At the beginning when she first started noticing, the milk in her breasts was… simply there. It was something to have and something that she was trying to encourage her body to produce more of. And then, as the induction of lactation became more successful and as her milk supply grew, the milk became something that filled her – filling her milk ducts while at the same time, expanding the size of her breasts. But when the nursing started and the milk started coming in strong…

“Ohhhhh!” she groaned out loud as she suddenly awoke to the sensation of an incredible, impossible-to-ignore fullness in her breasts.

Looking down at her chest, she could see that over the course of the night, her breasts had literally grown in size and that her once fitting camisole with its built-in nursing bra was now almost too small to contain her. With the spaghetti straps straining the way they were, she was surprised that her top had even stayed on in the first place.

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