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I’m working on more Adult Breastfeeding Erotica stories today and you know me, Dear Readers….this kind of sensuous writing always brings out the breast-centric goddess in me. :)
So as I type and imagine and fantasize and dream while I sip my spiced tea from a delicate china cup, my silky blouse is open and my bra-less thick nipples are standing very much at attention as I write this to you.
Do other writers slowly fondle their soft naked breasts between prose paragraphs?
Do other writers get inspiration from their own supple bodies while entranced by the sensations of their massaging fingers against their own dark pink nipple flesh?
I’d like to think so. In fact, thinking so is inspiring my erotica writing even more.
I adore self-loving and deliciously indulgent writing days like these!
It’s a lazy morning as I sip my sweet coffee slowly and daydream about feeling my non-existent breast milk let down for a wanting, hungry lover. It’s one of those days when I crave the art of lactation so badly it sends me right back to the breast pump to feel at least the sensations of the suckling tug of a milk-pulling machine.
For those of my readers with sensitive nipples, you know how much our very responsive peaks are like heat-seeking missiles….or more accurately, suck-seeking missiles….and the breast pump is an adored contraption I damn near wish I could make love to for all the pleasure it gives in return.
This morning once again experiencing the whir and hiss, tug and stretch of the breast pump suction is causing an incredibly arousing awakening in me. My nipples get so red, thick and swollen after ample time in these sucking shafts that I can’t help but stroke and squeeze them immediately after releasing my breasts from the pump. To feel a lover suckle me right after an intense breast pump session? Oh, what gasp-inducing heaven that would be!
Anyone else out there enjoying the breast pump lately? Have recommendations of your favorite brand?
It’s a perfect gift for the nipple-centric gal or couple, mark my words. ;)
September, with her gradually cooling temps and slowly changing landscape, brings on ever-increasing temptations to snuggle in together as Autumn arrives. I wish you all a very sensuous September, full of sexy snuggles and nurturing nuzzles with sweet breasts latched to suckling lips.
I adore sweater weather and will certainly be showing off the same ample amount of cleavage this fall whenever I get the chance. There’s something extra enticing, I think, about seeing just a hint of bountiful breast flesh pressing up and just a wee bit over soft warm knits. Feeling a lover caressing my breasts through my favorite sweaters is one of the highlights of the colder seasons, so here’s hoping this Autumn season coming up brings me (and you!) the caresses and nipple kisses I crave, too.
Thank you for all of your wonderful comments that make me feel so special! Know that I am thinking of you and appreciating your exquisite sensuality, too.
I’ve been eating lots of cherries this summer and this morning pitted a fresh, plump dark cherry to rub all over my thick nipples. The soft, squishy cherry flesh inside the pit hole felt so wonderful as I gently squeezed this succulent little fruit to encase and massage my juicy tips. I wondered if this is what it feels like to slide a sensitive penis into a wet, juicy pussy.
I buried and encircled each nipple over and over until drip after red drip of sweet cherry juice slid down my breasts and belly and onto my naked thighs.
Then I ate the cherry and suckled my own dusky teats, licking them clean.
I find the science behind sensuality to be so fascinating, don’t you?
We women, especially those of us (like me) with intensely sensitive nipples, feel such a blissful chemical rush of pleasure from being suckled which stimulates our neuroanatomy — our nervous system — in such a significant, powerful way. The brilliance of these waves of oxytocin hormones from breast to brain not only gives us amazing pleasure, but bonds us to the pleasure source, too.
Lactating women can’t help but bond with their suckling lovers as much as their sucking babes. It’s a natural, beautiful function of the female body that makes us all the more…miraculous.
I mean, really….the female body is just sooooo magnificent, am I right? :)
We were designed to take great pleasure from breastfeeding and nipple stimulation. It is our gift and our birthright. It is one of the female body’s most precious primal experiences and pleases our brains just as much as it does our delicate, deliciously tender tips.
View some beautiful erotic breast photos of a lovely naked woman in a field of lavender here.
Having a lover suckle at my breasts seems like the most natural thing in the world to me. I suppose you could call this my “wild side” because if I lived in the wild I imagine it would be part of my every day life. Yet I live in a civilized world, where opening my blouse to offer my nipples to a consenting adult lover who craves the bond of breastfeeding is still under such a silly shroud of shame and taboo.
Do you feel any shame or embarrassment attached to your desire to suckle or be suckled? Do you embrace your wild and primal side with your partner (s) in your passionate pursuit of breast and breast milk sharing?
Perhaps it’s my strong hippie side that makes me wish that I, and the rest of us, felt more free to want and have and give open and ample time sucking the breasts we’re lucky enough to own or press our warm mouths against.
There are times when I’ve been on the subway train, especially at night, and I’ve got the cleavage pushed up high and boldly visible while I’m surrounded by adults of various ages clearly out for the eve. The occasional stares at my breasts and the quick look-aways that follow when I catch their eyes makes me wonder what would happen if I pulled my low cut blouse open to the sides until my bare teats were in full view.
Would someone be brave enough to not only stare, but to slide into the seat next to me to touch and fondle my soft, pale flesh? Would a stranger trace the long line of my heavy udders down to pinch my nipples to see them grow longer in his fingers? Would he dare to cup and pull one of my breasts to his mouth as others in the car watched me react with shock and pleasure?
Would another stranger join him at my other breast, slowly massaging my belly and thighs as they each tugged at my tits with their heated, wet mouths?
I almost can’t stand to keep typing this. It’s so much imagined pleasure to my nipple-centric, hedonistic exhibitionist mind.
I have been kissed by strangers a few times, after chatting briefly in darkened bars and lounges. Those times were exciting, too. Yet to be suckled by a stranger…spontaneously on the subway or a dark movie theater or anywhere…would be another check off my bucket list. (;