Writing erotic stories, whether you call it smut, porn or ‘fuck stories,’ it isn’t something you announce to the general public, i just write fo... my satisfaction and as my past time hobby. My close friends knew. No one thinks it’s wrong or “bad.” it’s good activity and i don’t write degrading crap. But i certainly don’t tell everyone i meet or know that i write erotica. My parents do not know. I did not think santhi bhabi did. “never mind how i found out,” she answered. “but if it’s true, i. I thought she was ready to call it a night but after a few minutes I saw her walking back out in her pajamas. When she got closer I realized she was not wearing a bra under her baggy light blue tank top. If you looked carefully you could clearly see her nipples. It didn't help that they were getting harder either. I enjoyed the view so I didn't complain. The conversation continued as normal, talking about the game and our high school football glory days. Kurt played for the local college and I. We exchanged pleasantries. While drinking I told her that I had been to some women. Without batting an eyelid she asked me whether I enjoyed. I said no and explained what I’m looking for. She laughed and informed that it’s difficult to find a lactating sex worker because she has to take care of the baby. A minute later she informed me that one of the girls is a young mother and she can treat me like a baby but she has no milk in her tits. “You can pretend that you’re nursing from mommy’s tits.”. He brings me back to the here and now. He grabs a hold of my hips, driving his manhood deep within the center of my paradise. His hips rock forward, and start a quick thrusting need inside me. I feel how tight I become around him, squeezing with all that I have as he forces himself into me. One of his hands releases my hip, grabbing a fist full of my hair and yanks me back hard. My back arching so hard, my nipples screaming as the clamps pull tight on them. I feel him ravish me from the inside.