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With the college year starting my relationship with Emmabeth got more complex, not because there were suddenly more men on campus, but because she voiced her intention to bring a new cub to her bed. I was shocked and crushed, but she assured me that things would remain normal between us.

Or at least as normal as things could be between a lactating cougar and a nursing cub.

What surprised and delighted me was the quarry she brought home to her bed…

This is a 10,000 word erotic novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions of erotic lactation. It focuses on explicit sex, sex between adults of significant age difference, an adult nursing relationship, risky sex, 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:

"When I take a new lover, I'm not going to tell you," she said abruptly.

My stomach clenched up and I felt dizzy. I hadn't even taken any of her muscle relaxants so I shouldn't have been dizzy. The idea of her with someone else...worse, the idea of someone else getting to drink her milk...that was almost too much to bear.

"Okay," I said evenly. I didn't know what else to say.

"Does it upset you knowing that I'm going to do that?" she asked casually as if she were stomping on my heart like it was a bug on the kitchen floor.
"Yes," I croaked. I was on the verge of tears.

Somehow she realized that she had upset me—imagine that—and turned my way as we lay next to each other. She kissed me on the lips and then kissed away my tears.

I started crying in earnest and hated myself because I was acting like such a baby.

"I didn't mean to make you cry," she told me.

"I'm sorry. I'm not crying."

I was clearly crying.

"One of the reasons I always sleep with younger people is because they expect to get cheated on or dumped at the end of a relationship," she confided in me. "It makes things easier."

It didn't make things easier for me.