My friend said she didn’t understand my milk puns. I told her it’s all white, it’s a bit inside joke. A dad once told his family he was going out to get milk. He never returned. But his LOLs, ROFLs and OMGs live on.

I started a company selling land mines that look like prayer mats. Prophets are going through the roof.Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel After my aftercare daddy gets my diapee on and jammies. He gets me a sippie of juice and lays me in his bed he hands me my juice and my stuffie and cuddles next to me.

I make sure to greet him this way every day, if I can. If my tummy’s flat, I lay on it, facing forward, my panties and skirt around my ankles. He always tell me my pussy is wonderful, but I know it’s changed. Daddy’s just too nice to tell me. What do you get when two people boil tea leaves in milk together and put it into the freezer? Solid-dairy-tea. As he keeps thrusting… I tell him to pull out. I tell him to stop. I tell him that I can’t get pregnant again, and he needs to pull out! He merely ignores me and pushes me down harder, just like I wanted. I half-heartedly act like I don’t want it, sometimes, since I know Daddy likes that. If I actually want to stop, we’ve got a safe word/phrase. Here are some of our favorite dad jokes about milk that are also awesome milk jokes for adults and kids to be told!

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Worried that the milk I bought this morning has come from a cloned cow. It tasted exactly the same as a bottle I bought yesterday. I let out a moan. This is the best feeling ever! I tell myself as daddy keeps rubbing. Daddy the slips one of his fingers inside my princess parts making me moan out loud.

Still, he did the right thing: He asked if I had a photo of M., and when I pulled one from my wallet, he used the word adorable.

He fingers me, rubbing my clit, turning me into a squirming little mess. I’m glad to have found such a wonderful, lewd partner so early in my life. I’d never expected said partner to be my father, but who cares? Nobody else knows. I’d also never expected to have children so early on, but that’s great, too. I’ll get to see them grow up, but still be fairly young myself! I’ll be able to keep up with them for ages, too. Maybe they’ll want an older guy to breed them, too… I can’t imagine being a grandma! As in date? They had to be kidding. Not only was I a 29-year-old single mom with dishes in the sink and baby clothes with stains I'd never actually scrub out, but I breastfed "on demand." How in the world could I even think about hooking up with some hot man when my cha-chas were making milk? The world’s most explicit erotica writer Layla Marie proudly presents "Give Daddy Milk" – Incredibly hot erotica short stories! Daddy pulled my face towards His, and kissed me. It wasn’t a soft, fatherly kiss. It was hungry, lustful, and primal. He forced my mouth open to receive His tongue. I wanted to fight Him, but my body responded to His touch. The moment His tongue touched mine, I melted in His arms. Daddy took His hand away from under my chin, and wrapped it around my waist. He held me steady as His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, slowly twisting and dancing with my tongue. This was wrong, and I knew it in my mind. My Daddy had raped me, and stole my virginity, and He was going to defile me again tonight! But for whatever reason, all common sense left me as His tongue ravaged my mouth. I stood there as limp as a raggedy doll, only being held up by His good arm. Honestly, he’s almost as fascinated with the whole process as I am. I love growing a new life in my belly, feeling myself grow and change. I particularly appreciate what it’s done for my breasts. They’re so much bigger, now. I wonder how they’ll be after I pop out a few more kids for Daddy? I’ll be a big breeding cow, just for him. I hope it won’t get too difficult for us to have wild, babymaking sex once our kids get older.

After all, laughter is a universal language, much like the universal love for a refreshing glass of milk. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing It's always after the fact when I realize I should be wearing a soft muzzle. The lawyer's enthusiasm was a sure giveaway that I'd said too much. I didn't know if I should crawl under the table or give him a high-five. Was I flattered or freaked out? Or a little of both? Slowly, Daddy pulled His lips from mine, but I hungered for more. I felt so ashamed of how I was feeling, and how warm my body had gotten from just a simple kiss from Him. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell Daddy that it wasn’t the other boys making me cry now, that it was Him. I wanted Him to be like that Daddy I knew He was, and not this monster taking advantage of me. But I kept silent. A thought occurred to me at that moment; maybe if I was good, then He would stop. Naïve of me to think of it now, but at that moment, it made sense.

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