Her Cups Runneth Over

Let me briefly belabor the obvious. The size and shape, let alone touch and taste, of a beauteous female breast revert most men into instant baby boyhood. Abracadabra-fast.

If it wasn't considered Neanderthal behavior and a major social no-no, we'd get whiplashed by every passing rack. And if no one’s looking, we do. It's never easy or natural not to.


Ask Madison Avenue. Ask Hollywood. Ask any woman, of even modest endowment.
If a glimpse of stocking used to be considered shocking, what of the effect on men of today's ubiquitous push-em-up cleavage? Well, it tends to putty the masculine will, jelly the knees and spine, while stiffening elsewhere.

Talk about power exchange! Maternal, matriarchal, whatever you call it, it’s irresistible!

Most women in female-led relationships fully realize this, of course, and take full advantage. Some leading wives, I read, severely restrict their husband's access to their breasts, except as a rare reward for exceptional devotion and service.
Other women, I'm happy to report, take the opposite tack, allowing their males regular intervals of prolonged breast worship, with apparently delightful consequences to both parties.

It is these more generous souls, sharers of the mammary wealth, whom I choose to quote here, rather than the off-limiting wives.

"I don't allow my husband to fondle, kiss, or lick my breasts," writes one such wife. "I make him do it! I enjoy it very much! So therefore, I have him pay attention to them for as long as I want or until it’s time for me to have him go onto the next thing.”

“I always start out by allowing my husband to plant passionate kisses all over my body,” writes another sharing wife. “He starts at my feet and works up my body. It is when his body worship finally reaches my abundant breasts that whatever was on his mind will vanish and he becomes lost in my world and I know that I have him in the palms of my hands.”

Another: “I love having my breasts sucked and nibbled on and I have been known to make him perform breast worship for over an hour at a time. I call it tit worship, as that sounds sexier.”

And here’s another lucky suckler: “When I was about 20, I had a lovely girlfriend of similar age. I would suckle her beautiful breasts for long stretches of time in accordance with her instructions. Mothering became so important in our lives that she would have me suckle even when she wasn't in the mood to have sex.”

Psychologist Paige Harrison prescribes regular sessions of this kind of bosom-bonding to the female-led couples she counsels: “A refreshingly different perspective can be experienced if the male understands that it his responsibility to worship the female whenever her breasts are exposed. If she exposes her breasts this should have a calming effect on the submissive male.”

“Something new I have introduced into our female-led lifestyle,” says yet another sharing spouse. “After my husband undresses me I unhook the cups and allow him to suck while I hold him for extended periods of time. He really seems to appreciate this. Afterward he seems to be much more attentive to my needs and feelings.”

I’ll give the last word to a husband whose wife used nursing sessions as a kind of confessional therapy for him: “Sometimes I do things I should not do and when I began confessing these transgressions to my wife, at first I was a bit bashful, stuttering a little. She instinctively pulled me close to her chest, my face nuzzled between her breasts. I felt so safe and secure in her embrace.

"Then she unbuttoned her blouse and proceeded to nurse me from her breasts. She said, ‘It's OK, honey, I'm glad you were honest with me. I just want you to think about it when you sleep.’ There was this overwhelming sense of childlike security, being near her breasts, feeling pure and forgiven. I loved how she gently stroked my hair while watching me nurse.”

Where’s my binky?