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.

The amount time we put into bosoming is no more and no less than it has been. I has not turned into any kind of a fetish. The newness has wore off, in that I don’t think about it as much, and it is fitting in our lives comfortably. The newness may be gone, but is even more special than before. The erotica is still there and our sex life is still running hot. My mate is getting a little more expressive in his enjoyment of our bosoming, which includes a slight aggressiveness. I love it.

We had a very special date night a week ago. We went to dinner, saw a movie, and rented a cheap room. We were both very wound up to start with, but later we talked a lot.

They say not to talk about sex in the bedroom; to do it somewhere neutral. I think that is important if you have something negative to say, but things have been going so well between us, that  there wasn’t anything negative.

I got to express some of the “new to me” ideas that had been tumbling in my head regarding sex. I got to ask him a lot of questions too. Sometimes as couples we leave hints and hope our mate understands. I had been seeing and hearing hints, but I wasn’t really sure what he was trying to say. This was one of those times where we felt so comfortable and so connected that we could tell each other anything, not leaving it to hints. It was a time of more discovery between us. The intimacy was awesome. It had been since our anniversary in February that we last had a talk that was so revealing and sharing. It was really special. Our connection definitely deepened. This went on for awhile, things would get hot, then we would take a break and snuggle and talk, then being rested we would be at each other again, lol. I think it was around 4am before we collapsed the final time and said good night. In the morning we showered and made love again before leaving for home.

Whenever we have one of these special times, the days that follow are richer than before. That is how it is. After 25 years of marriage you would think that there was nothing new to learn about each other, but people change; so there is always something new to learn. Our relationship has matured, and contrary to what some people expect, that is a good thing. We are comfortable with who we are and with each other. Comfortable does not mean bored or complacent. Just the opposite; it means we feel free to be adventurous and try new things. We know that we have unconditional love and no embarrassment , mistake, or surprise is going to change that. Even if an idea is rejected, the person will not be. We know what makes each other tick, and we know what buttons to push to please each other. We are still finding new buttons, but making use of the many we have learned too.

There was a time, 14 years ago, when I could have told you we were staying together for the kids. We loved each other, but we were struggling with every kind of intimacy, and resentment was king. Things improved with counseling, date nights, new communication, and forgiveness. I started thinking that maybe once the children are grown we might still have a chance. Now, so much good has developed between us in the last 6 months, that I look forward to our time alone together when the nest is empty. (Not that I am in any hurry for my children to grow up and leave.)

I am very happy, and never even imagined being so happy. My life is not a fairy tale, it has it’s challenges, but it is rich; very rich.

PS. I have prayed a lot for my marriage over the years, and I am blessed to see those prayers answered.

Congratulations on your blog. I found it a very interesting and nice place which I enjoy visiting. I especially found inspiring the way you show the concept of ANR as a tender bond of love between two bodies and souls. I wish all the best for you, your husband, and your family.  

I have happily married for 22 years. We have four children.  

I would like to ask you a question: How can I get my wife interested in  ANR? I think it has to be wonderful when it’s already working, but… How can I introduce the idea to her? For what I have read in your blog, it takes a lot of time and effort to induce lactation. My dear wife and me work outside home and we have 4 kids to look after. That takes most of our energy… Most days, we fall into bed so exhausted, that we only want to sleep. I think she will see an ANR like extra work… 

Okay, I do not expect any miracle answer from you, but maybe another point of view could help. 

Thanks again for your blog and also for your kind attention. With best regards,

Curtis (details changed to protect identity)

Updated with my reply:

Hello,

Introducing ANR to a lady who is already tired is a tough one. I think that tiredness is why when I bosomed my husband while I was nursing my babies… I just didn’t feel the same as I do now. I did it to make him happy, but I had no personal desire in it beyond that.

I would suggest that you just introduce some short quick suckling spurts in your foreplay and see if she likes how it feels. If she doesn’t mind, you can slowly initiate longer times. I personally wouldn’t bring up the subject of ANR for a while. Just introduce the sensations of erotic or relaxing suckling. Maybe after a while tell her you read… you ARE reading it here, lol…that after 20 to 30 minutes of strong adult suckling, (so much different than a little baby,) many women get not only aroused, but also blissful, and most importantly, that it creates an emotional connection between the lovers. Ask her if she is willing to try that. If she is, then when you are through, tell her how much YOU enjoyed it. Tell her how close to her you feel. Keep in mind the relationship value of ANR, and leave out the milk idea at first.

 (CAUTION: Actually, the milk is such a tiny bonus for the husband, compared to how the emotional “connection” increases her desire for physical intimacy with her spouse.   It has also been my experience, and many other women have told me, that suckling makes her orgasms easier and they are intense if suckling is followed or accompanied by stimulation below. Between the emotional connection and the easier and better orgasms… some men end up with nymphos for wives.) 

I suggest you start out slow and see how it goes. Since her time and energy is at such a great demand, short sessions will be easier to keep up with and less tiring.  When the day comes for you to bring up the desire for a consistent suckling relationship, I suggest that you reaffirm her that you are not asking her to mother you and treat you like a baby. Some women worry that their husbands are requesting them to take on a mothering role, and they are put off by that. Each milkmaid has her own feelings to discover in the relationship. Adding to this, I think you should not ask for a commitment, but instead ask that she “try” it for two months, perhaps starting with bedtime, then if that goes well, adding mornings, and eventually for relaxing and connecting a few minutes after work, and a little more on weekends.

Some ladies find the idea of actually lactating for their husband strange or burdensome. Yet, I have read a few stories where the spouse ended up bring in the idea of milk themselves. 

I hope sharing these thoughts helped. I may have a post started, lol. 

I am asking for your permission to use your letter. May I? Many men have asked me this question, but you have wrote it out with so much consideration for your wife, that it has blessed me.  

Loving it,
His Milkmaid

(edited and additional points added.) 

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There isn’t a significant change in milk quality or quantity, even though I am limiting my calories and losing weight. I am careful to drink lots of water.

I do think my breasts look smaller empty than they use too. This is normal for me. It seems that the first place I lose weight is in my breast. Maybe I just notice it there more.  This effect of weight loss has always hampered my incentive to lose weight. I am not endowed with much when my weight is ideal, so I usually compromise and stay on the curvy side. This time I hope to be able to afford less compromising on my weight, because of my lactating breasts.

There have been some very special times the last few weeks. The intimacy during our bosom times is becoming almost surreal. It has been dreamy during those waking up and falling asleep bosomings, but now even the times when I am standing are dreamy.

I am orgasmic more frequently without stimulation, other than my nipples and the highly emotional bliss and connection I feel to him. The love making afterwards is both physically and emotionally intense, and I am inclined to cry happy tears later just thinking about those times.

Humor has always been a part of our relationship. It is a given with my mate. Now to mix this humor with such emotionally intense moments makes it special in a way, that I doubt I can describe. 

You probably already know “the girls.”  Well, Kerry usually gets to go first, because Kelly needs the extra time to warm up. Kelly has earned her naughty reputation for playing hard to get, but once she gets going she’s hot, and her milk gushes all at once.

When my mate is home for lunch, I usually stand between his knees while he sits on the edge of the bed. This leaves us each of with both hands free for caressing. While Kerry is being suckled, I will often take Kelly and rub her against my mate’s face. Sometimes he will lean his head on Kelly while I hold her there. A couple of times he has gotten milk in his ear. lol.

Lunch time bosoming, more often than not, ends in a hot “nooner.” He accuses Kelly of whispering naughty things in his ear. He will hold her up to his ear and ask, “What did you just say?”  Then he will lovingly torment me with multiple orgasms to the point that at I am exhausted. He tells me he couldn’t help himself; Kelly made him do it.  She was threatening to withhold milk if he didn’t promise to make Kitty happy. He tells me they are in cahoots with each other.

This may all sound like pure silliness to an outsider, but in our intimate relationship, the smiles it brings are endearing memories I will never forget.