Surely you don’t think I’m here to talk about food do you? It doesn’t matter if yours are watermelons or cantaloupes, we all have breasts. There are differing views out there about breasts though. I have met a couple people in my lifetime who believe that breasts are for feeding babies. That’s it, nothing more. I, however, couldn’t disagree more. Look how the author describes his wife in the Song of Solomon:
3 Your breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.7 Your stature is like that of the palm,
and your breasts like clusters of fruit.8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine,
the fragrance of your breath like apples,
In the early years of our marriage, my husband loved my jugs. He was and still is, a boob man. He wanted to touch them as often as possible and suck on them during sex. There was only one problem. I got nothing from it. I didn’t see what his fascination was with them. I mean, I’d had them all my life. They weren’t that big a deal, right? He got so much more out of breast play than I did. I enjoyed sex with him immensely, but when he would devote attention to the twins, I’d just let him get his feel, and then we’d move on.
Fast forward to me hitting my thirties. Something strange happened. I went through a kind of sexual awakening. My breasts kind of woke up. I started having feelings and sensations that I had not felt before. It actually sent little shocks through me when he would take one into his mouth! Was this what I had been missing for years? I started thinking more sexual thoughts about my own body around this time. Instead of wearing the same old white cotton bra that I was so accustomed to, I started to branch out. I bought sexier ones. My attitude about my breasts changed, and my husband noticed.
Now when we make love, I get something out of breast play too! My husband is so glad. He mentioned this to me a few months back. He said that he can tell such a difference with me. He will now suck on one of my nipples and look up to see my eyes closed, my head tilted back, and pure ecstasy written on my face. He knows that now he can do one of his favorite things in the world, and that I am right there, in the moment, enjoying it too.
Christian Nymphos 