I grew these tits, without my permission really. These days, I welcome them. I like touching them, and they comfort me as well as my spouse. When I hug a friend, maybe they comfort my friend also. My tits are warm, pretty, somewhat symmetrical, large, round, droopy, sensitive, and fine by me. Two burdens I
“Thank you for that breast massage with your dick,” I said to my spouse. “Sure!” he said. We’d just shared delicious sex. I was lying in bed as he moved about the bedroom. “It felt good for my health,” I added. “So many ways to care for my health…” coconut oil My spouse is having
“What’s this?” I asked my spouse. He was hugging me, and his semi-hard dick was pushing on me, through his pants. “What’s this?” he asked me, gently grabbing my right breast. I giggled. I touched his dick, and it poked out more. “It’s a boner,” my spouse said. “It’s because I love you. I’ve had
“Will you hold this?” I asked my spouse. I was sitting on the bed wearing a black, lace-edged tank top, holding my right breast. I moved toward him and let him reach into my shirt and hold my breast for me. “Ah, thank you,” I said. “Thank you for helping me carry my burden.” I
My breasts never see the light of day. They are the whitest part of me–the skin there feels thinner and fragile. I have veins on my right breast that are visible through the pale breast skin. These veins are a big deal emotionally. They make my right breast look different from my left. I have
Oh hey. I have a bit of a hand fetish. Did I already tell you about it? There was a post about worship of the hands. And I think I’ve mentioned hands making me horny. But now I would like to go into a little detail. breast pic This pic I took of my breasts–I
I love a good titty fuck. That feeling of my spouse’s large, gorgeous dick, pressing between my abundant breasts, sliding so joyfully. Feels like he’s fucking my heart, straight to the bottomless well of love. Feeling my spouse’s mounting pleasure with each thrust, and predicting when he will come. Then the spasming feeling of his
The breast play hour was amazing. I made this art of the menu. Yes, it was overwhelming pleasure, to feel that much breast sensation, so constantly for more than an hour. I learned a lot, and it was healing. how it happened I was naked and clean and lay back in the bed. The light
“There’s something I’d like sexually,” I told my spouse, thinking of breast play. We were lying in bed, doing post-lunch, cuddly and close. “Can I tell you about it?” “Yes, please,” my spouse said. “Well I was thinking maybe tomorrow… If you would touch, lick, suck on, and play with my breasts. Breast play for
“Can I lick your fingers like they’re little clits?” I asked my spouse. We were having sex, and he was standing by the bed. “Yes,” he said. I’d been kissing his hands, but I started to lick his fingers, that last finger segment, pretending they were little clits. Felt erotic and lovely. “Mmm!’ I said.