The Surrogate
An Erotic Lactation Short Story
Published by Saffron Sands at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Saffron Sands
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When my wife Emma and I decided to find a surrogate to carry our child, we did not expect Lilly to become such an important part of our lives and our family.
Emma and I tried for several years to conceive a child together, but it just wasn’t meant to be. Through a wonderful surrogacy agency we met Lilly.
Lilly was young, vibrant, in perfect health, and beautiful. She had done this once before for a family who wrote for her an amazing letter of recommendation, full of nothing but praise.
When she first met with us we were immediately taken by her. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back, almost to her waist. Her firm body showed her dedication to yoga, her spotless skin confirming her healthy diet, and she lit up the room when she laughed.
After several meetings with Lilly we chose her to be the surrogate of our child. Emma and Lilly had lunch together almost every day. Emma had found a friend that understood her struggle to have a child. Lilly and Emma immediately connected and were practically best friends before we discovered Lilly was indeed carrying our child.
Upon receiving the wonderful news, Emma insisted that Lilly move in with us. She wanted to be as much a part of the pregnancy as she could. Lilly enjoyed our company and also wanted to move in, so we gave her the guest room.
At first I felt a bit odd being the only male in the house, but it was good for my wife to have her around. She had suffered terrible bouts of depression after failing to conceive and Lilly shared every step of the pregnancy with her. Every morning they would get up, eat a healthy breakfast, and do prenatal yoga.
I would watch them interact before I went to work. Emma looked amazing in her tight black yoga pants and hot pink shirt as she stretched and practiced different positions. She looked beautiful with her shoulder length brown hair in a loose pony tail as she intently watched Lilly and followed her directions. Lilly had really brought Emma out of her sadness and I was grateful for that.