Getting a Hand In [Fiction] [MF] [MILF] [Exhibitionist] [Long]

It had all started innocently enough. We had met online. On Reddit actually. I had made a post that was moderately humorous. He made a wickedly funny comment in response to it. I responded in a rather mischievous way. His reply was intriguing and revealed that he lived surprisingly close by.

Then, we continued our conversation over DMs. It was light-hearted, charming, and sometimes slightly flirtatious, though never overtly sexual or scandalous. There was, after all, a nearly than 20-year age gap between us. Our lives were completely at odds. I was a 41-year-old divorced mother of two and the acquisitions editor of a major publishing house. He was a 23-year-old university dropout, working in a hobby and games shop that hosted Dungeons & Dragons campaigns. The thought that we could be anything more than casual *online* friends was absurd!

But then, we decided to meet *in real life*. For lunch and a movie. After all, we had discovered that we shared many things in common. We both enjoyed Japanese food, listening to acid jazz, and reading cosy British murder mysteries. And there was a new movie coming out, based on a book that we had both enjoyed reading. We both agreed that we should have lunch and then go and watch the movie *together*. It only made sense, after all.

Good Morning [Non-fiction] [Pregnancy] [Oral] [MF] [Long]

It is early. Too early.

Outside, the world is still dark. The sun isn’t up. The birds aren’t singing yet. And there is hardly any traffic.

In bed, under a thick duvet covered in fine linen that is cool and smooth against my skin, I dream mischievous dreams that make my pussy ache. And I am in no hurry to get up to begin yet another day of work. The pleasures of the bed are far more enticing.

My back is sore from the effort of carrying my daughter for the last seven-and-a-half months. And, now, in my final trimester, I feel that it is almost impossible for me to get a decent night’s sleep. My hips constantly ache, my breasts have gone up two cup sizes almost *overnight* (and are feeling very sore as a result!), and my growing belly makes it so very hard for me to find a decent position to sleep in… or have enjoyable sex in.

Fun at the Milk Bar [Non-Fiction] [Lactation] [MF] [Long]

I looked down at my 6-week-old baby son with a tired smile. The kid was insatiably hungry, latching and nursing every two-and-a-half hours without fail. He would suckle greedily from one breast and then the other, easily draining both in well under 15 minutes. And when he finished, he would burp happily and contentedly, sleeping soundly till the next feed.

It was for good reason that my husband and I had nicknamed him ‘The Milk Monster’ shortly after he was born. However, his greedy appetite had put a strain on our sex life.

Although I had given birth naturally, without any complications or tearing, having to feed The Milk Monster so frequently left me an exhausted mess most of the time. I only managed to get brief snatches of sleep throughout the day, but never more than an hour or two at any one time. And my boobs had also swollen from a B-cup to a D-cup, which had made me rather very top-heavy and left me with an uncomfortably aching back.