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.

Yesterday was a busy day for my man. He made it home for lunch and dinner, but bosoming was crowded off the priority list by the need to return quickly to work. 

My heart and my breasts ached all day. I am trying to find words to describe it. It was worse than disappointment, worse than hunger and greater than need. It wasn’t a feeling of rejection, because I understood the reasons. Yet there was that deep aching pain, that intense longing both emotionally and physically. 

You just can not quiet the aching breast. I kept trying to find solace in the idea that bedtime bosoming was a sure thing. Ten o’clock came and went, then eleven. We finally climbed the stairs like zombies and dropped in bed after 2 am. For the first night since I can remember, there was no bedtime bosoming, but I too, could not stay awake a moment longer. I fretted in my sleep, wondering where our commitment to bring back the flow of milk went. I dreaded the morning with the thought that maybe he had changed his mind; maybe it was rejection after all. 

The alarm went off at 6am, just three and a half hours later. I actually expected him to reach over and re-set it, using our normal bosoming time for more sleep instead. 

My doubts and fears were laid waste by the intense eagerness in the pull on my nipples. I sighed loudly, and whispered in relief, “I was worried that you had changed your mind.” He came up for air just enough to emphatically say, “No way!” Then as if to prove it, he attacked my nipple with passion, almost burying it in his throat.

As always and forever, I am Luvmyhub

How blessed I am to have found “the One”. My husband and I are so in tune that it scares me sometimes. He seems to know me better than I know myself and at other times I am unsure if the time we have left to live will enable us to even scratch the surface. We’ve been married for over 6 years and in many ways we feel that we are just getting started. Catching up for lost time…he was my H.S. sweetheart many, many years ago. When we reunited some 27 yrs. later, that butterfly feeling returned as if we had just met. I am getting the flutters as I type this…tears forming.

This morning we had a very special bosom session. We were catching up for lost time. How exciting it was…I am forever grateful for this time in our lives. Every encounter is precious to me for we never know when our best friend, lover and spouse will cease to exist (or ourselves for that matter). I want to live each and every day as if it is our last, but this summer heat zaps my energy. My heart, mind and soul desire it though, each and every day.

Yes, I suppose it could get even hotter outside…but I much prefer the heat we create inside! It reminds me of that old song, “Fever” or “Steam Heat”! I know that some of you out there know what I am talking about. I keep waiting for the day that my twenty-something year-old daughters come to me and say, “Mom, you will never believe what I just read in Cosmo!…there are women who nurse  their lovers…it’s called ANR…Can you believe that”? Geez, how will I respond…maybe, “Oh Honey, that’s old news” (laughing nervously) or will I say, “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it”! I can see their jaws dropping in disbelief. LOL.

May the love that you share with your soul mate continue to blossom and grow with each new day; try to keep cool out in this summer heat.

Please feel free to write and share your thoughts…as always, I will keep you anonymous if you prefer.

Blessings to all,

Luvmyhub

Many of us, I imagine, tend to post less on these sights when the nursing has decreased significantly or even ceased for a time. Like all things in life, even our ANR will ebb and flow. Illnesses, surgeries and the birth of a child bring change and often pain that disallow us to participate in the very things that bring us closer to our mate.

This has been our experience as well as others. Having to abstain from nursing while ill or in pain can be very frustrating but is normal. Be gentle with yourself and your loved one. When you are emotionally upset or are frustrated with the situation at hand, just remember that your circumstances WILL change. It is hard to remember that when we are in the “thick of it all”. But this too shall pass and things will be back to normal.

If you are the healthier mate at the time, do things that make your loved one feel valued and loved. Snuggling close together while watching a movie or just leaving them alone to get some much needed rest may be in order. Just ask them what they need. Sometimes when we are sick we aren’t even sure of what we need. Offering to draw a hot bath or make some soup may help…comfort measures  as needed.

I recently have had a stomach virus that lasted about a week just prior to a minor surgical procedure. For two weeks my hubby had to take over all of the duties feeding us, doing the laundry all while working our home business alone. Now we both have terrible colds and we feel like crud! My DH never complained once while I cried having my own little pity party. That was the day the pain was at its worst. I took my Darvocet and all was right with the world again. These peri-menopausal years don’t help either. God help my husband; at times I feel like I’ve been invaded by the “body snatchers”. Hubby is most definitely my hero…he takes such great care of me. He is “The Man”! I thank God for him every day as he is the glue that holds everything together…the go-to guy.

Everyone experiences physical and emotional challenges from time to time. Stress affects even the very best marriages.  Please feel free to share your story with us at Woman-essence; it may be the very thing that someone needs to hear right now.

Blessings to all as you snuggle, nuzzle, and bosom your loved one!

I am and will always,

Luvmyhub