The following is out of the ordinary for my site. Like last time, I will later submit it to another site and replace the text with a link. If you are offended by erotica please make use of your freedom by not reading this post.
Lap Bitch
My master sits and pats his lap. I know it means, “Come.”
Like an obedient bitch, I pause only long enough to smile with my whole body and take in the thought of what we are about to do. Then I climb on his lap, straddling, with a knee on each side of his hips, and my breast level with his face.
Immediately my breasts perk up, and my nipples come alive. He will admire them for a while before tenderly teasing them. I am not sure who is getting the most enjoyment. We both groan.
When neither of us can stand the teasing any longer, he grabs a breast. All the tenderness of his approach has given way to his lust. He takes my nipple into his mouth and draws it tight with the first few sucks to the back of his tongue. The vacuum is tight ,and it pleasantly hurts a little. Then from behind my nipple I feel the “pins and needles” feeling
of my milk letting down. The vacuum disappears. He responds with a moan at the
taste of my milk. At this point I usually lose my composure.
I melt. My hands go to his head. Without losing the conscious feeling of his mashing grip of my breast and the rhythm of his lips on my nipple, my fingers become tentacles. The tips of them take in the cut ends of his short hair, and that contrasts with the overall silky and velvety coating it gives his scalp. I bend my head over and pull a short snip of hair through my teeth. I take in the smell of his hair as I taste it.
From there my fingers travel down his neck and over his bare shoulders. I feel every crease in his neck, every bump and fine hair across his shoulders and down his arms.
There is a positive charge of energy coming from him through my fingers. Energy is flowing out of my breasts back into him. Then like a light bulb turning on, I become aware of the pulsating between my thighs. Is it originating from him or me? There is heat, hardness, wetness, and all these other sensations drawing my attention.
My thoughts are interrupted for only a minute second as he lets go of one breast and eagerly attaches to the other. My focus returns to my breasts, then my finger tips, and again back below my hips. I begin to grind and gyrate, something searching, until we connect and lock, like a piston in its chamber.
Just when I think I am on sensory overload, he begins to drag his finger nails down my back; slowly, slowly, and again slowly. The firmly applied sharpness of his fingertips sends tingles down my spine, while the heat and hardness below me sends vibrations upward. All the while his lips never leave my nipple.
My finger tips dig into the muscle under his shoulders. My breath changes, my moaning changes, my spine goes stiff and my thighs squeeze his. Then, without any conscious effort, my body does the lap dance that all other lap dances can only mimic.
I scream.
I melt again; like jello my arms fall to my side, and my head rests on his. There is the smell of his hair again. I try to bring my breathing back under control. I become aware of him, still attached to my breast, and his arms wrapped around me.
He lets go of my nipple and smiles.
11/08/2011 Loving It (an pen name I adopted many years ago for erotica)
This was written by me, and may only be used with my permission.
His Milkmaid…wow.
Quite a change of pace. Excuse my confusion, but was that written by you, or by Lovingit, a completely different person?
Either way, quite an interesting change. There are many similar stories on Literotica.com, where one can search by keywords, like ANR or lactation.
Your posts are missed, as are those of LuvMyHub. You are both such terrific writers.
From your perspective it may not seem like much has changed in your life worth writing about here, but I’d offer that sometimes what your loyal readers wish for is the simple “It’s still good. The milk still flows. The love still endures at the breast-lips union with my DH.” Those thoughts alone are powerful confirmation that what many wish for, what few actually are able to achieve, is indeed possible and attainable.
With loving thanks for your continued good health and bosoming happiness,
LW
Hello LW,
Thank you for the comment. Yes it is me, His Milkmaid. Surprise.
Loving it is an old erotica pen name of mine. You can find an old piece or two over at Land of Milk and Honey. I started my journal under that name on ANR Space years ago, and then moved to WordPress, then here. My first couple posts here were originally as Loving It. I still use it occasionally when the erotica bug bites. I put a note next to it just now.
Sorry for the confusion.
No promises, but I hope to post some this winter. One problem I am having is that my site is way out of date. It is so far out, that a simple software up grade is not possible. I would need some one who knows code. I don’t know about you all, but it is loading slowly for me. In administrator mode, it barely loads at all. This is not a site I can take to just anyone for privacy reasons.
Anyway. I will try to get you all an up date. We are back to four or five times a day after a second 3 month break for health reasons. The milk is flowing nicely again, but not near where it once was. This time I am using the herbs and Dom. I will tell you why later; long story. I need to get back to bed. HM
Hi Hismilkmaid/Lovingit,
Just for the record, it didn’t offend me, and it’s nice to see you have a “naughty” side of your brain too, as do most of us I’d imagine.
I hope you check into posting your Lovingit stories at Literotica, as they have a vastly wider audience than LMH, and, as I see it, a wider audience improves the chances that ANR becomes more widely discussed and embraced.
Best to you!
LW
Breastmilk may be vanilla-flavoured, but the feelings it arouses in a bosoming relationship certainly aren’t. Hopefully you’ll write more content like this later.
Signed,
TrashCanFoundling
Oo La la! Yowza Hismilkmaid! Love to read your older excerpts from another name and time. Surely your words express the feelings that most of us experience in a truly loving and open relationship. When one is totally committed and in love there are no limits to the things we can do, say or feel. We are free to do anything that pleases, arouses and satisfies our one true love and soul mate. Sometimes thoughts and feelings are expressed best in a letter. Today I wrote one to the love of my life…it had been a while since I had written my feelings down. With Valentines Day approaching, I encourage all to write your lover a letter and tell him/her how you feel and why; share specifically how your one true love completes you. My husband is truly my other me. Without him, I am not whole. With him, I have everything I need.
My Best to all and as always I will always,
Luvmyhub