Some nights I dream in milk

My breasts feel tender and full. I wouldn't know if they are or not... if it's just the fluctuation of my hormones or neglected desire or maybe my glands waking up. My breasts feel full.

Nipple stimulation is high on the list of things that turn me on, but considering I also am open to the idea of an adult breastfeeding relationship with my mate, days like this remind me of that desire – nay – craving. And so this tender heaviness fills me with a mixture of melancholy and horniness.

I've never been pregnant and I've never been in the milk before. I've felt peace with my lover at my chest. He certainly seems to enjoy being there but I'm not sure how he'd readily welcome such a flow, or even a trickle. A mutual friend of ours who we've invited into our sex life might love it.

Should it flow, I imagine it like an elixir of healing easing forth and warmly filling their mouths and stomachs. I'm aware some use breast milk and menstrual blood in both kink and sex magicks. I don't think I'd take that particular route, myself.

... Well, the blood and magick anyway...


Maybe it’s my fault for having hot friends

I don't think I'd have much of a problem having sex with my closest friends. Each of them is very dear to me and I happen to find them very attractive. Maybe it's because we in our own ways complement one another. Maybe it's the bond of trust between us. Maybe it's the fact that we look out for one another and there are just few enough of them that if that level of intimacy developed – it would still be a closed circle and somehow so much safer.

My best friends have all the qualities I'd want in my lovers, and if not for the matter of them being paired off – I'd make this known.

One or two of this circle have already let me know of their thoughts and attraction. I joke that our relationship is borderline incestuous because we consider each other like siblings, with traces of mothering one another. To be in a safe and nurturing relationship is certainly attractive. One or two of this circle have already let me know of their thoughts. One filled with guilt after a case of heavy drinking. The other still close and they're still telling such in playful flirting back and forth though we no longer do anything about it.

I don't think I'd have much problem aside from the messiness it might cause and I don't think I'm so bold as yet as to say as much to those who don't already know I'd welcome such a moment. Perhaps the messiness and possible loss of that safe feeling is what worries me.

The Rules

Welcome to my playground.

I'd say I'm pretty open minded as far as internet-interactions go.
We can chat, we can pass words, respect is key. I will give respect where respect is due, and if I ever say something that is "wrong", I invite people to call me on it.

Considering comments, one can say whatever they want – but I don't delete opposing viewpoints. If you act like a nitwit – it will be recorded for prosperity. Wouldn't mom be proud? One can reveal a lot about themselves through their words, after all.

I will delete spam without hesitation unless it amuses me. Libel, harassment, threats, and/or attempts to disrupt this blog or my real life will be recorded and reported as needed. Sharing of my private information (or anybody else's) will not be tolerated.