I Love My Breasts

I’ve fallen in love with my breasts. Once they were only added extras, tools to attract male attention. Then they became partners to enhance my orgasms. Now though, I realise they are an important part of me.

My breasts encapsulate my very essence, soft, yielding, giving, nurturing. My erect nipples bring me enticing realisations, cold, excitement, sexual feelings – my nipples are my early warning beacons.

When my nipples come alive, I know to be aware, to be ready for whatever is coming next, because something certainly will occur! My nipples and the rest of me will be up for whatever it is! When pleasure or danger are on my near horizon, my nipples know something is on its way.

My breasts are always there, ready to assist in whatever way they can. They are comforting, alluring, exciting sexual and sensual. My breasts share my day and playing with them gives me pleasure when times are quiet. My breasts share my lover with me when he is ready for fun times.

My breasts are like soft kittens, delighting me with their sweetness and playfulness. I love my breasts – do you love yours?

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Same Sex is not the Only Sex

I am a heterosexual married woman. I’ve been playing with lesbianism lately, online, in my head and with my writing. In the flesh though, for me, sexual pleasure is with my husband or by myself.

Having said all of that, I am aware that this website doesn’t indicate that I have any heterosexual experiences or writing to prove it. I wrote a short story recently and I want to share it with you. Please be aware that I am a writer of fiction, and my writing is fictional – made up in my head and typed up for enjoyment! Read on, and feel free to play with yourself as you read it – I’d love to hear about how it made you feel as you read it!

Giving Your All For The Team

It was after the game, a hard fought game of football, played by hardened sportsman. She’d often thought about these [players and what they might look like underneath their footy clothes. It was time to see what was for real.

What she saw before her was even more than she had ever dreamed of.

The men in the room were all naked, with wet and tousled hair and their bodies shone with either sweat from their exertions on the field or from showering after it.