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.

As always and forever, I am Luvmyhub

Of course there are exceptions…many women have reported becoming quickly aroused and have enjoyed many a “quickie”; I enjoy these from time to time, but even my quickies are fueled by thinking about sex throughout the day which serves to warm me up in preparation for those encounters. Thinking about sex with my husband when we are busy throughout the day definitely put our sex life on the fast track…it was the catalyst for my very own sexual reawakening earlier this year. The mind is a very powerful thing

Attitude is everything! Have you heard that phrase before? Well, maybe it’s NOT everything, but it sure goes a long way in many aspects of my life. My thinking about sex and all of the fun filled fantasies that I cook up for my husband have led me to think of myself in a different light. For the first time in my life, I started to think of myself as sexy! Oh, I always knew that my DH thought of me that way, but it is truly a different thing when a woman starts thinking about herself that way especially out of the bedroom. “Sexy” is an attitude that I have come to enjoy…it makes me feel beautiful and even more desired by my husband. I will never forget the day that my grown children attended church with us one Sunday. One of my daughters had her arm around my waist while singing, mine around her back. As we began to sit down after singing a hymn, she unintentionally slid her hand down my backside. The dress I was wearing was not tight, but the fabric allowed her to feel right through to my undies. Imagine the look on her face when she asked me, “Mom, are you wearing a thong”?! Thank goodness I didn’t go commando that day! LOL. My new sexy ‘tude has carried over into my clothing…not being trashy or immodest…but with a few new surprises. Oh, what was my response to my daughter’s question? I replied, “Honey, I may be old, but I’m not dead yet”!

Talking with my mate! Truly the most intimate thing that my husband can do with me is to TALK with me. Recently, I read this poll that asked what men and women wanted most in a relationship. To my surprise, it was friendship for both. But that really makes sense doesn’t it? Both sexes want to have a trusting friendship first and foremost with their significant other. Think back to when you were first dating your one true love. I bet you spent hours talking on the phone or in person. You couldn’t spend enough time together or hear one another’s voice often enough. Even though we are married some years now and are together much of the day, I still love the sound of my husband’s voice…it is extremely sexy to me. I love it when he calls and leaves me a message on my cell phone; I save his voice messages. When you combine his touch with his voice together it sends me over the edge. When Hubby talks to me throughout the day it really warms me up…like that iron.

About human touch. Volumes have been written on the subject but this will be brief. My husband and I reach out to one another throughout the day. It is so reassuring and comforting. His touch sends tingles all over my body and his smile makes me feel “butterflies” in my belly. Our touch, through a kiss, hug or grazing of a hand over a waist, no matter how brief seems to say, “I notice you; I love you” without using any words. It is a powerful thing.

His eyes! Oh, girls…does your man give you “that look”? I can’t even describe it. It is a look that just melts my heart and excites me all at the same time. It is a look that is reserved only for me…his girl. It is sacred and precious. I am tearing up right now as I see it in my mind’s eye. So many non-verbal cues can be used to make sure that your mate knows that you treasure them, love them and are desirous only of them.

Most women and men fulfill multiple roles in their marriages and families. As women, many of these years are spent being a wife, mother, student and wage-earner…often coming home exhausted only having to start dinner the minute they walk in the door. Men are tired too, mentally and physically from the heavy demands regarding work, school and the responsibilities they bear for their families. The realities of life, hard work both in and out of the home drain us of precious time and energy. But intimacy with our mates must be kept a priority…it keeps us connected in a way that is not shared with anyone else. It is precious, priceless and critical. Intimacy comes in many forms. Some couples experience tremendous challenges…emotional and physical challenges that dictate being more creative to achieve intimate closeness, but it is so worth it. Many of you may being experiencing some of these challenges right now. Please share with us on this very important topic. Everyone has different and unique challenges when it comes to maintaining intimacy. No one is exempt.

These are some of the most prominent thoughts that came into my mind regarding how I get “warmed up”…there are others. Everyone is different and you may have different thoughts or needs that you would like to share with us here. Don’t be shy; you never know how your experiences or advice might help others.

Blessings to you and yours,

Luvmyhub

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.