Sydney's Milky Request
Delilah Cole
Sydney's Milky Request
Delilah Cole
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Contents
Introduction
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Delilah Cole likes to write naughty, smutty short stories. When she's not writing, she's reading books in the same genre. Delilah is a crazy animal lover, and although she finds it difficult to remember the names of people five seconds after she's met them, Delilah can tell you the name of someone's dog she met thirty years ago.
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*This story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature audiences. All intimate encounters depicted within are shared between adults. Please enjoy responsibly!
life would come to this. But here I am, standing in front of my laptop, fingers trembling as I type out the words that could change everything.
"Desperate woman with massive breasts seeking someone to help relieve her lactating agony."
The cursor blinks mockingly at me, daring me to post it. I take a deep breath and click submit. The knot in my stomach tightens, but the ache in my chest is even worse. My breasts are painfully full again, and no matter how many cold compresses I use, the discomfort only grows.
Days pass, and I'm more convinced I've made a mistake with each one. What kind of person does this? I should've stuck to what the doctor told me, but none worked, and the endless ache has become unbearable. Every day is a battle to find bras that will hold everything in place while hiding the damp patches that always seem to appear, no matter how many layers of breast pads I use. I've even resorted to doubling up, but nothing stops the milk from seeping through when I least expect it.
I feel ridiculous and ashamed. What if no one responds? What if they do? What if they're a creep? The questions swirl around in my head, and I start doubting everything. But the alternative continues to suffer in silence, and I just can't do that anymore.
Then, just when I'm about to give up hope, my laptop dings—a notification. My heart skips a beat as I see the response.
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