Introduction I traveled to a country in the Middle East (my father's country of birth) for 21 days over Christmas and New Year. The weather was fantastic 21C ~ 72F. The people over there are generally nice and warm; they are very modest in their clothing especially women who were covered entirely, except for the face. Usually they wear long black dresses w...
Making the fantasy sound real. Author's Note: I'm not a nurse or a lactation consultant. None of what I say should be construed as medical advice. The purpose of this essay is to use my breastfeeding experience to assist lactation fetish authors in discussing the sexy reality of the fetish. I've nursed three babies. I know what I'm talking about. It's im...
PREFACE What follows is a "true story of my imagination" and inspired by my Wife, my friend and their beautiful tits. When my friend, who I originally met through work, gave birth to her second child, she sought my wife's help and expertise with breastfeeding. My wife is a breastfeeding advocate and leader of the local breastfeeding support group. Since the...
This is another true story about my wife, Lauren. Last time, I told about the time she unwittingly exposed her topless self to two college jocks in the parking lot after breastfeeding. Since then, she's accidentally shown more than she'd like just a handful of times, once in a hotel pool and another is the subject of this story. This event happened just a mo...
As usual and always, thanks to Steve (CiaoSteve) for making my story so lively. Most importantly, all characters involved in sexual intercourse are above eighteen years of age. Lastly, comments are always welcome if they can help me in writing better stories in future. *** Some two months had gone by since our last meeting. It was the night of pleasure....
*** Disclaimer: The events and characters depicted in this story are purely fiction and all fantasy. All character are of age and are involved in consensual sex. They may, however, be inspired by true experiences in the author's life. Enjoy! *** Robert Delaney was a man on the younger side with black hair and sun-kissed skin. He was of American-Italian de...
I'm a freak. You see, I have a fetish for motherhood - specifically young motherhood, the kind epitomized by bloated tummies and breastfeeding. I don't know where it began, especially since I feel no conscious attraction to my own mother. Sure, my obsession had to come from some dark part of my psyche - just look at the libraries of incriminating evidenc...
I woke up with this story in my head one morning- I don't know if it was a dream or just an idea, but I liked it so here it is. "You can put your cold feet on me any time." Matt and I wrote our wedding vows, and this was part of mine. I married a dairy farmer. Coming to bed in the middle of the night with cold feet is part of the job. Matt's vows to me incl...
Tom and Ann seemed to have gotten it all just right. They were so compatible and enjoyed each other's company so much. They were best friends who were married to each other. And the sex was great. Tom thought long and hard before he really opened up to Ann about how highly sexed, horny really, he was. He was afraid to tell her that he wanted to have a dyna...
Promotion It was a sunny and pleasant day in downtown Chicago; the sun, high in the sky, was warming the busy streets of the city as Summer was just getting underway. Julia sat outside at a busy corner bistro, alone at a table, just off Michigan Avenue, across the street from the Art Institute. Lost in her own thoughts, she idly strummed her long red nails,...