Milking Kimberly; A Short Story of Eroticized Breast Milk

By Esmeralda Greene

Esmeralda Greene returns to the topic of sex-play with breast milk in this "Greene Shorts" erotic short story. Kimberly is a new mother who finds that her husband isn't meeting her sexual needs, so she sets out to seduce Lyle, her best friend's husband. The first step is obvious: she invites him into the nursery where she's breastfeeding her daughter, so he can get a nice long look at her breasts, newly expanded and "firmly rounded" by their payload of milk.

And when Kimberly shows up at Lyle's house the next day while his wife is at work, she soon makes her intentions clear. Lyle is helpless to resist, and what follows is a long, sizzling hot sexual encounter in which Kimberly's breasts and freely-flowing milk play a prominent role.

Once the adulterous lovers are satiated for the moment, Kimberly decides that, out of consideration for her friend, she can't continue the affair. Will Lyle be able to find another way to satisfy his newly-found fetish for mother's milk?

This story is included in "The Collected 'Greene Shorts' Volume 3." And for an equally hot sequel, see "Milking Kimberly 2"!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Esmeralda Greene
• Release date: Jan 21, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458157645

Esmeralda Greene

Esmeralda Greene is an erotica writer dedicated to the principle that erotic fiction can be red-hot raunchy while also being written with intelligence, elegance and style. In addition to her self-published works, she has sold short stories to such venues as Sweetmeats Press, Circlet Press, Xcite Books and Clean Sheets Magazine. Esmeralda's erotica has been called "exuberantly sex-positive," "life affirming," "scorchingly hot," "fresh," "daring," and "skillfully written." Speaking for herself, Esmeralda says, "My stories are fun, sometimes funny, sometimes clever and witty; but most of all they're sexy. Kinkily, raunchily sexy. Good clean fun at its baddest and dirtiest. "I sometimes deal with strange and taboo subject matter, but my stories are never dark and my characters are never victims (though some of them may pretend otherwise). My characters always enjoy and exult in their sexuality, engaging in their various unusual and illicit acts with unapologetic joy and a zest for life." Esmeralda lives in the outskirts of Great Falls, Montana with a poorly trained dog and an even more poorly trained girlfriend. The icy winter nights have taught her the value of a fit body, a vigorous partner, and most importantly, an energetic imagination. Sometimes her steamy flights of imagination boil over in the form of an erotic story, making nights warmer for everyone. Visit Esmeralda's website at www.esmeraldagreene.com and contact at [e-mail]

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Milking Kimberly

About Esmeralda Greene’s Erotica

Milking Kimberly

By

Esmeralda Greene

Copyright © 2011 by Esmeralda Greene

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This story is part of the Greene Shorts series of erotic short stories by Esmeralda Greene.

See www.EsmeraldaGreene.com for news and other fiction by Esmeralda Greene.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental.

This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.

No characters in this work are under eighteen years of age.

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Milking Kimberley

Gary hooked his thumb vaguely in the direction of the room that he and Kimberly had converted to a nursery. Kim’s feeding the li’l one, he said. She’ll be out in a few minutes. He often referred to his new baby as the li’l one. In fact her name was Emily, but at six months, I suppose the li’l one is as good a tag as any. Then with his other hand he hooked a thumb toward the hallway that lead to his music studio. Sheila, I wanted to show you the folio of Bach etudes I just got.

My wife made a little noise of interest and followed Gary down the hall. I stayed behind; unlike Gary and Sheila, classical music isn’t a major interest of mine. I made myself at home in the living room, slumping into the sofa and putting my feet up on the ottoman. Gary and Kimberly are old friends, and we’re pretty casual when we visit each other’s homes. A moment later I heard the sound of Gary’s piano-playing rolling up the hallway; that meant he and my wife would probably be occupied for a while. I was