Lost Milk 1

By Elliot Silvestri

Galatéa is hurting from her loss. The only way she can think to deal with it is through a little pain. Actually, a lot of pain. A lot of pain administred by a professional who knew what to do with the excess milk in her breasts. Milk she wanted gone and milk that grounded her.

How dangerous could a professional dungeon be to a young woman on her own?

This is a 10,000 word erotic novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions of erotic lactation. It focuses on explicit sex, erotic lactation, adult nursing relationships, risky sex, BDSM, complicated sexual relationships, and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy.

All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

The wooden planks of the barn floor scratched at her feet. She was afraid of getting splinters and it occurred to her that was a stupid thing to be worried about considering what she was going to be doing shortly.

Maybe.

If she didn’t run away.

“You want to be restrained.” It was less of a question and more of a statement.

Galatéa nodded. In the process of undressing she had pulled free the hair tie that kept her black, curly hair in a neat ponytail. Her long hair now fell down to nearly the tops of her breasts, giving her some measure of protection.

Poz pointed at the floor between two large, heavy, thick upright wooden beams with a variety of iron bolts and hooks driven into the timbers. There was no hiding her body as she walked across the floor to him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elliot Silvestri
• Release date: Nov 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215015216

Elliot Silvestri

Elliot Silvestri lives in upstate New York where he works and writes, not always at the same time. He has a degree in English Literature and his professors would be appalled at the shoddy construction of his characters and plots for his ebook erotica. His free time is spent with his wife and children, repairing a one hundred year old house, and herding the family’s three cats.Find him at: @[e-mail]

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Lost Milk

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Elliot Silvestri

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are products of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Lost Milk

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A Novel of Erotic Lactation

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Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy, but in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Preview

About the Author

Is this going to hurt?

It’s going to hurt exactly the way you want it to.

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Chapter 1

Galatéa nervously took off her clothes. She didn’t want to think about it, but she was in the middle of nowhere in a converted barn, taking off her clothes in front of a complete stranger. Yes, she had taken precautions, but there were a lot of crazy people in the world.

Including herself.

While she was undressing, she wasn’t able to look at the man who had introduced himself as Poz. He was big and burly with forearms that seemed impossibly strong and made her weak in the knees. His dark hair was trimmed short and his beard was slightly longer than the hair on his head. His forearms were covered with black, curly hair. They were tanned as well. He wore a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots. There was no doubt where he stood on the fashion scale.

The wooden planks of the barn floor scratched at her feet. She was afraid of getting splinters and it occurred to her that was a stupid thing to be worried about considering what she was going to be doing shortly.

Maybe.

If she didn’t run away.

You want to be restrained. It was less of a question and more of a statement. 

Galatéa nodded. In the process of undressing she had pulled free the hair tie that kept her black, curly hair in a neat ponytail. Her long hair now fell down to nearly the tops of her breasts, giving her some measure of protection.

Poz pointed at the floor between two large, heavy, thick upright wooden beams with a variety of iron bolts and hooks driven into the timbers. There was no hiding her body as she walked across the floor to him.

The thick restraints were made of tan leather. That surprised Galatéa because she expected them to be black leather. She knew they were going to be used, but the color struck her as odd. Poz put her arms up and slipped a short chain between one of the bolts in the upright timbers and the wrist cuff. It wasn’t like she couldn’t move, but she was