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.

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Even with our regular bosoming times, my breast still crave attention between those times. I find myself going bra-less, knowing that the peaks in my top created by my nipples will draw him like a magnet. If we can not fit in an extra bosom time, it will at least result in a squeeze of my breasts or the lifting of my top for a quick taste.

This craving of attention… the longing to be touched even if it has only been an hour or so since I last had his undivided attention… It makes me think of my younger years when I had no real understanding of how a man’s “manhood” craved attention. Yes, I knew it was true, but knowing it and understanding are different. How naive I was to think my rewarding his manhood with attention must require at least some time consuming romantic gestures on his part first.

Now I know better, and I am as “grabby” as he is. “Roman hands and Russian fingers” describe both of us. I grab his perfect round butt cheeks every chance I get. I also rub to coax the genie out of the bottle to fulfill my wishes whenever circumstances allow it. There is no longer a need for drawn out rituals, though we still enjoy those times too.  

After a quarter century of marriage, our bodies still crave each other’s attention. How nice it is to be able to just give in to it. I know this “easiness” is because the emotional intimacy and the security is already established and reconfirmed by the other small acts that we now subconsciously do regularly after years of making them a part of our lives together.

I am as crazy about him, maybe even more so, than I have ever been. He makes me feel like he wants me just as much. It is obvious that we miss each other when we are apart through the day.

We are truly bosom buddies.

A Clock Free Day

Weekends are wonderful. As much as I enjoy the the  rhythm of the Monday through Friday schedules, I always look forward to the rare weekends when there is no need to watch the clock. We got out of bed when we were ready too, not when we “had too.” We ate when we got hungry, not on a clock. We rushed or hurried, only because it felt good, and we started and stopped whatever we were doing because, well just because. No reason needed.

With a family as large as mine, rarely is there a day that is flexible and not dependent on the clock. Today though, was one of those days. We took advantage of today’s freedom to live by impulse. We got in the extra snuggling times and they lasted longer than we are usually allowed.

Is this what it will be like when we are retired? I wonder if then, we will miss the hustle and bustle of a large family and businesses to run like clock work.  I have to admit the challenge of stealing away some time, and splurging those moments on “quickies” lends to some excitement. Spontaneous bursts of pent up passion snuck into impossible schedules…

Well for now, that is the norm. So it is nice to get a day like today… a day where every longing, every ache, gets answered.

His Milkmaid

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

I can’t help but think about the things that I want to improve on. Being a pack-rat is probably the biggest albatross that I have carried around all of my life; one that I would love to be released from. Never wanting to “waste” anything and thinking, “Oh, that may come in handy one day” line of thinking has culminated in nothing but a bunch of junk stored in boxes over the years.

And that “vortex of sequences”!…before I can put the dishes in the dishwasher the dishes have to be rinsed off…before I rinse off the dishes, I have to unload the dishwasher… before I can unload the dishwasher, I have to reorganize the shelf space where the dishes will be stored. The phone rings and I’m thrown off track held captive in a conversation that lasts too long. Or while involved in one task I become bored (I guess) and think, “I’m gonna just run and throw that load of laundry in the washer” and fail to complete the task that was previously started…so easily distracted am I…sigh. Surely I have ADD.
And paperwork…the stacks I need to organize? We won’t even go there!

I am my own worst enemy; I love deadline stress. I think that I purposely wait till the last minute to do something because I like the adrenaline rush of running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off. At age 50, do I not realize how long it takes to get ready to go somewhere? Surely not! Having unrealistic ideas about how much I can accomplish within a certain amount of time often causes me to be late or nearly late to everything. Can ANYONE relate to what I am talking about?

All of these things simply add to the stress in my life. And guess who is responsible for it all? No one else but me. Although I do not run my life this way 24/7, it does occur more often than I would like. I have much discipline in many areas of my life and in others it feels like utter chaos.

My husband and I have a unique situation; we are living in a home that we are totally remodeling. We live in a VERY small living space. It is really kind of fun…like camping but with some special challenges. We have also received additional items given to us by family and are running out of storage. It is time to do some serious purging.

Refusing to make “New Year’s Resolutions” I will vow to make some healthy changes in my life…I will update you in February or March as to how things are coming along. Will you join me in this adventure? It will be fun! Right? A few changes that I would like to make are as follows:

1) I will go to bed and arise earlier, making a list the night before I retire of the most important things that need to be done the following day.

2) I will handle a piece of paper/mail a maximum of 2 times…once just isn’t realistic. It will promptly be placed in the trash, filed appropriately or paid.

3) Although I had started to go through things in our storage building last month (it got cold), I will press on toward the goal to go through those boxes and take stuff to our local charitable organization, the library or the dump within the next month. The kids will be around and can help me!

4) The remaining necessities of life will be organized in such a way that they are easily accessed in order to be most useful.

I am at such peace and rest when my husband is at my breast. There is nothing like it. Thankfully, my husband doesn’t care if the house looks perfect or not; there are other things that are more important and take priority. As a woman though, I take pride is making our home a comfortable and peaceful place to live. This is part of what I do and who I am.

Maybe you are at the same point in your life…tired of the status quo… whatever that may mean to you. What improvements and/or changes have you made that might be helpful to others? We at Woman-essence look forward to reading your goals and improvements that you would like to make for the coming year.

Blessing to you and yours for the coming New Year!

Luvmyhub

P.S. Only four (4) life changes are listed. Honestly, I don’t think that I can handle any more  than that at one time. LOL. However, these are all major changes that will greatly simplify my life.