Drink my milk - an Indian erotic short story

Every last drop…

A modern Indian erotic short story 💄

We finish dinner over interesting conversation and slip away into the night..

We reach my place without discussing it.. you excuse yourself to use the washroom.. I slip into one of my favourite negligees..

I step into my balcony.. feeling the cold breeze against my body.. through my curly hair.. I absolutely love cold weather..

The balcony is dark but the warm floor lamp in my living room behind my silhouette is enough to show anyone looking at me what I was doing..

I slowly raise my arms above my head.. stretching good.. my breasts almost spilling over my stretched silk fabric..

I stay that way for a while, feeling the day run through my body.. enjoying every bit of the ache in every joint.. my head tilting to my right as I take a deep breath.. smelling the hint of vanilla moisturiser mixed with my skin..

My left hand slowly slides down my hair, face, neck, over my left breast and stays there.. my right arm bent over my head..

I feel my hard nipple so vividly through the silk.. like I wasn’t wearing anything.. 

In a few moments, I feel your presence closing the gap between us.. 

You stop behind me just enough to let a needle stay between us.. I breathe deep.. biting my lip.. I can almost feel your erection against my ass.. I laugh it off, ofc I’m imagining it.. 

“Will you please tell me?” You whisper close to my ears..

I turn towards you slowly.. a playful question mark on my face..

You breathe deep, like you are asking Patienca to drop her crying kids and side with you in this moment, as you slowly say, “tell me.. baby.. how can I worship you tonight?… please… you enjoy what I do to you.. I know you do and that’s fine.. I’m just asking.. you to ask me.. anything.. everything..”

I’m listening intently.. I smile again.. I walk past you.. towards my fridge.. open it.. and bend over.. 

My little dress slides up and is good to show you the sliver of my pink lips between the edge of my bush..

I straighten up, and closing the fridge, I turn around. You see a glass of cold milk in my hand.. 

I walk towards you, into the balcony.. I sit on the long armchair I have, where I love to read on my weekly offs… 

I stretch back.. I tilt the glass below my neck ever so lightly.. letting a couple of the white drops meet my valley and race down.. like they’re saying to you, “she’s talking, what are you waiting for?”

You cover the space between us in 2 long steps, and lay over my body.. your lips stopping the drop from moving any closer to where only your right lay.. 

You look up slowly.. meeting my gaze.. daring me to show you every corner of my body that belonged only to you..

I spill a long sip that rivers down my body in different directions.. you lap your tongue out hungrily.. all over my drenched thin dress.. 

Your fingers pull down the straps without realising what they were doing.. you were so intent on making sure you got all the milk..

“I want to feed you, Don.. drink my milk… please.. my breasts are so heavy, baby…”

I finally say.. 

I sit up halfway as you immediately adjust effortlessly and sprawl over my body.. your arms around my waist.. my left arm around your neck.. I hold the glass of milk with my right hand and pour some over my right breast..

Slowly this time.. I want you to suckle me as I feel the milk swishing in your mouth for a few seconds.. 

Your head expertly moves and clasps around my hard nipple just as the drops kiss them too.. your teeth suckling and nibbling me gently.. 

My eyes are closed as I frown and gasp in a pleasure I have never known.. never.. but always wanted to experience…

I pour a little more which you don’t let escape at all.. I love watching the milk around your lips.. I slide my left arm away and wipe some away.. licking it before I bring it back to your nape.. my fingers through your hair letting you know just how much I love feeding.. 

“Drink me more.. baby.. ahh..” words and moans begin to escape my lips.. you suckle and swallow my bulge hard.. and noisily.. my back arching as I wantonly offer my right teat for the taking.. your tongue rolls in circles inside your mouth while your lips remain clasped tight..

“Harder.. I can take it, baby..” I say out loud.. against your forehead.. 

You moan deep.. sending waves of pleasure through my body.. 

I pour… and accidentally pour a lot.. the milk over my left breast.. you pull it close and snake your tongue out.. catching a lot of it.. but some milk escaping down to my navel.. through your chest.. 

Our bodies writhe.. squeaking and sliding to the liquid.. your mouth and nose wet.. but you’re drinking me so well..

You slide one arm out and take the glass from me.. I squeeze both my breasts as you pour some more of it.. it slides down my cleavage perfectly into your waiting mouth.. 

With a full sip, you move your body higher.. and kiss me.. slipping some of the milk into my mouth.. I kiss you back.. we are messy and swallowing each other..

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