I almost missed the current KinkOfTheWeek. But then I saw the topic and decided to write. Also, because it just happens that I took a picture the other day, which I really liked.
It was Mean Day™ a few days ago and one of the tasks for the day, was to send Sir pictures of my breast as often as possible. I even managed to take one while shopping.
I really like my breasts. I was always happy to have bigger breasts than most of my friends. Not sure why my focus has been on that even when I was a teenager. Don’t get me wrong, I will whine about how hard it is to find bras that fit and not being able to wear blouses. But actually, I’m very very happy.
When it comes to other people and my breasts, it’s complicated. I’m not sure how I felt about my breasts being touched and played with, before I had children. I think I simply didn’t mind. But that all changed. Even more so after my 2nd child was born. I didn’t enjoy it and made that quite clear.
Nipple play has always been a challenge for me. Becausey nipples are extremely sensitive. Even having them sucked was nothing that would bring me pleasure in any way.
At the same time, I noticed myself caressing my breasts, playing with my nipples, massaging them. Maybe it’s similar to tickling. You can’t tickle yourself.
Recently I realised that I don’t mind Michael touching my breasts. When we are in bed together, I will sometimes take his hand and place it on my breast as we cuddle or fall asleep. It’s little steps, but I feel good about it and I enjoy it.
The other day Molly asked me how I feel about having my breasts being touched and nipples being sucked. I’m not sure how I will feel when I’m with her again. But I guess we will find out.
When it comes to other people’s breasts, I’m a huge fan. I love looking at them, touching them. What’s not to like? Breasts are gorgeous.
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