My Breasts Ache Non Stop NowHaving a man suckle on my nipple had alway been a need for me, and by that I mean a real physical need like one needs air to stay alive, As long as I can remember I have needed someone to lick,bite and suckle my nipples. My first experience was in boarding school, I was 15 and I got hookedm every boyfriend I had needed to be a breast man.
In my 20's if/ when I didn't have a man around, a few girl friends would do it for me and I would do it for them- and no, I'm not a lesbian and have no interest in becoming one (and there's nothing wrong if you are), my need was getting more intense but still under control, The peace it gave me was unparalled, and he made me more focused.
Then , I only indulged 2 or 3 times a week, a few hours of suckling,, and my sanity was intact.
Until I met a man I feel madly in love with. I couldn't come right out with this need I have, so I eased him into it. Both of us being very sexual, we had inercourse every day. When we would make love I would ask him to spend inordinate amounts of time on my breasts. He didn't mind, -I'm told they are lovely,soft and smooth- but I needed more, so one night, as we were on the sofa reading, I asked him if he would do something for me, his reply was "of course, baby, what do you need?" I guess, he didn't know it then, but yes, I needed this. I opened my pjs top, and let one breast out. He looked at me, grinning, and I said, "Can you please suckled on it?" my ex
I didn't see him in the morning- different schedules- , so had no idea of what he thought of the previous night, but the next day, as I was working I was thinking of him, and my nipples started to crave his mouth. A sharp physical craving. I couldn't believe this was happening.I have a high pressure job, and control has always been paramount in my life, but somehow, having him suckle on me the previous night had awoken my monstruous need.
My chest was heaving, my nipples were stiff, my breast felt heavy as if filled with lead. Before I knew, i wouldn't concentrate on anything anymore. I ended up in the ladies room trying to alieve myself by caressing and pinching them whie ************, but while subsided, the need was still there.
I left work at 6pm which was unheard of instead of my regular 10 or 11 pm, and as I was hailing a cab to get home, I called him to see if if could meet me there. Unfortunately he also was working with crazy hours as mine and told me he would not be home until much later that evening. I was devastated.
When I got home that night, I had dinner on my own and did some work to try to distract myself from my aching nipples.To no avail. I had a cold shower before going to bed, hoping sleep would not elude me for too long. I somehow fell asleep, alone in our bed.
Some time later, my lover came to bed. I wouldn't have noticed, if he hadn't slipped one of my nipple between his moist lips, the cold contact waking me up. He held me tighter against him, and started to squeeze my breast into his warm mouth as if drinking from it. I moaned, I couldn't help it.I kissed the top of his hair,caressing his neck, holding him against me. We fell asleep in that position.
That night and for the next 7 years.
He explained to me the next morning that he felt peaceful the first night when I asked him to do this for me, and when he got home the following evening, he was exhausted, and suckling my breast was providing him the comfort he needed. From then on, my need of being suckled on,increased, but it was fulfilled daily, sometime 2 or 3 times then we would have additional sex. I was at peace and an even better achiever, so was he.
He became an expert at playing with my breasts, he took pinching, sucking, caressing and suckling to a new art form. I didn't realize he fed my addiction with the perfection of his art.
When the news of a transfer to the other side of the globe came in, things started to spiral out of control.
My need had been met daily and suddenly there was nothing, it was like detox from drugs I guess.
After one month of no physical contact, I couldn't bear it anymore, the ache was too strong. At first I decided to just have a few one night stands, just to have a man lick and suck them, but that was not satisfying as one can imagine and I definitely was not at peace with the decision, then I turned to a lesbian girl friend asking her if she would do it for me just a few times a week, but it eventually turned sexual andi I ended up frustrated,far from the peace I needed. I went cold turkey and stopped alltogether for almost a year, but the thoughts of being suckled again were too strong.
Now, I travel extenively and like the proverbial sailor, I need a man in every port, or shall I say every hotel, the need is too intense. I go to my hotel bars, knowing , I will pick up a man just for that specific purpose. I go to clubs, and end up in stalls my nipples in someone's mouth just for a few minutes of peace, of relief.
I'm lucky, I'm a sexy woman, no one questions my motives, but inside, I'm dying, just controlled by my all consuming need.
vi123 31-35, F 30 Responses 20 Apr 2, 2011