Savoring Your REAL Woman’s Curves

Because of this blog and its adult breastfeeding theme – as well as my generally curvy build – I sometimes hear from people who seem to assume that I have this perfect, knockout set of unbeatable breasts worthy of the pages of Playboy. Oh, how that makes me giggle! 

Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologize for bursting your bubble and dispelling the myth, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. And it’s part of my mission with this blog to spread the word that (perceived) imperfections and aging and unique body variations are beautiful, beautiful things. 

I’m just a very REAL woman who doesn’t look like a model and has nowhere near a perfect set of breasts. In fact, I’m almost 100% certain that Playboy execs would turn these very real, heavy, asymmetrical, nipples-pointing south, mid-40’s breasts of mine down. I love that I have reached a time in my life when I could care less about that. I love that when I offer my enticingly-sensitive nipples to a sweet lover for caressing and suckling, he is also receiving the gift of my own love for myself — flaws and all.

Even though my breasts aren’t that “perfect” set of firm perky orbs of some men’s dreams, my Real Woman breasts are still a source of incredible sensual pleasure and connection and pride. 

If you are a woman reading this, please EMBRACE your naturally unique shape, size and sensitivity! Never, never, never let anyone make you feel less beautiful and desirable than you truly are. 

If you are a breast-loving man reading this, I encourage you to shake off what society has taught you to believe are the “perfect” breasts and open your sensuous mind and body to the experience of respectfully savoring the Real Women the Universe has lovingly put in your path.

See her as the true goddess that she is, exactly as she is. Suckle her like she is the most beautiful woman in the world, because gentlemen (and suckling ladies)…every single woman out there IS the most beautiful woman in the world, especially when she is in your arms and her stunning unique breasts are lovingly offered to you. 

xoxo

Real Woman Ru

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Sensual Holiday Solitude

In that not-quite-through-the-holidays space between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, I’m trying to reconnect with my body, mind and spirit with sweet, sensual care. More pampering and contemplative bath time. New bottles of essential oils for soft, winter skin and loving self massage. Organic teas and guided meditations. I’m trying to refresh after a crazy couple of pre-holiday months, while also setting a new standard for self-care routine in my life that I hope will take root and stay.

I’ve been turning down invitations for dates and just communing with me. Quietly owning my gifts and flaws and feeling grateful for the time and energy to keep making life more beautiful.

Happy Holidays!

xoxo

Ru

Love Lactation Erotica? My Lactation Erotica stories can be found HERE.

Beauty & The Beast — And Her Breasts, Of Course

I have to admit that I adore fairy tales where the mystical pull and appeal of a woman’s sensual charms and curvaceous figure (and loving heart) can tantalize and tame even the most beastly of male characters. And I, being the nipple-centric goddess that I am, imagine these leading storybook ladies taking those heroes of theirs immediately to their bared breasts as soon as the reader says “The End.” 

Because, oh no no, it’s not the end when the guy “gets” the girl. It is merely the magnificent beginning, when passion can truly start. When bodices are unlaced. When breasts are unwrapped and ravished and revered in the exciting romantic crush of a hero’s hungry embrace. 

One of my favorite fairy tales is Beauty and The Beast. Before the curse can be broken and the Beast returned to his handsome human form, I imagine that sumptuous breast suckling sections of this story have been edited out of the original tale. Where the Beast, in his anger at his fate, orders Belle to disrobe before him and show him her jewels. He pants and paws at the cold stone floor as her dark and delicate puffy nipples are revealed, almost glowing in the moonlight through the window of the tower where he keeps her locked away. 

Her feelings already growing rapidly for her abominable captor, Belle looks her Beast in the eyes and gently traces her fingers in small circles around her naked breasts. She fondles her now erect nipples with the deepest desire to share her body with him and only him. She whispers “I wish I could feed you right now.” The Beast would then howl like a wolf, agonizing from intense lust and unrequited love. 

I sometimes think of nursing a lover as something almost other-worldly and most certainly magical. If there are feminine forces capable of changing a grumbling beastly brute into a strong, attentive and virile man, the breast is one of the best.

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Delicious Indecent Exposure

There have been a handful of times over the years when a man has exposed and enjoyed my breasts in public places and I still get goosebumps of excitement every time I remember them.

The boyfriend who yanked up my t-shirt and bra in the dark movie theater and fondled my exposed nipples during the entire second half of “Ocean’s Eleven.” To this day, I cannot remember how that movie ends.

The same boyfriend who stood behind me under the porch light at night on his front porch, unbuttoned my sweater to expose my breasts, and caressed my bare tits while kissing my neck and not caring if the neighbors could see.

The UPS driver who, after flirting with me for months, walked boldly into my doorway, pulled down my low-cut white blouse, popped one of my breasts from my bra and started furiously suckling me right there in the doorway, with his back to the people walking by on the street.

The time my pale, creamy breasts were released from my black sweater and seemed to damn near glow as I was suckled by a much older man, in the car under a bright streetlight, as the rain was coming down.

Do you have any deliciously “indecent” breast exposure stories to tell?

I think I can speak for my readers when I say we’d all love to know!

xx,

Ru

Love Lactation Erotica? My Lactation Erotica stories can be found HERE.

Are Breastfed Lovers More Loyal?

I’m curious, from both a male and female perspective, if couples who share adult breastfeeding are more loyal to each other because of the nursing bond they share.

From my own experiences trying to find a wonderful suckling partner, I know how difficult finding that kind of connection can truly be. So once I find it, I’m pretty sure I will work very hard to keep that relationship as healthy as possible in order to have my cake and feed it, too. 😉

Would a man have a stronger desire to be faithful and loyal to a wonderful woman who allows him to suckle? Would women in loving romantic relationships, whether with men or women, share the same desire to be as loyal as possible to keep that sensuous bond in tact?

I’ve talked to some people who have had ANR connections and lost them. Their sorrow at that loss has an additional and unique layer of regret attached to it that probably only people who share the adult breastfeeding desire can understand.

What do you think? Is Adult Breastfeeding a bond that makes some of us more loyal than we might otherwise be? Do we stay in unhealthy adult breastfeeding relationships longer than we should in order to keep that connection and sweet breast milk flowing?

Just pondering that today and would love your thoughts, too.

xx,

Ru

Love Lactation Erotica? My Lactation Erotica stories can be found HERE.

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Breeding Rumina

It’s still a tremendously consuming desire of mine to have at least one child via conception, pregnancy and birth the way nature intended. Until that happens — IF it ever happens — I cannot seem to disconnect my desire to nurse a lover and my desire to be impregnated by him. 

Though I am very choosy and cautious about which lovers I have taken inside me without protection or birth control, I crave bareback baby-making sex so much that men who don’t also share this desire lose my interest pretty quickly, even if they adore taking succulent time at my breasts. I feel bad about this, but it’s just how I’m wired right now. 

A man who tells me he wants to seed me, breed me, fill me to spilling with his naked desire is a man who makes me gasp and swoon. 

I can’t help it. I crave it! This primal need to conceive and swell and make breast milk naturally is so ingrained in me. My nurturing, mothering, care giving instincts are stronger than ever and my body reacts to those leanings with the offering of my breasts and the opening of my thighs. 

I fear that having my own children isn’t in the cards for me, but I adore men — ADORE THEM — who want to try to make that dream for me come true. 

Sex for baby making is the most exciting, pleasurable, intoxicating intimacy. To be suckled and seeded is, for me, the Holy Grail. 🙂

xx

Ru

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Typing Fingers, Bouncing Tits

I’m working on my next lactation erotica story collection for release next week. For inspiration, while I’m typing, I release my breasts from the bodice of my blouse or dress. My naked heavy tits press against my arms, lightly bouncing and swaying as my typing fingers fly.

I reach up to fondle them…..in the middle of sentences (as I did just now)……tweaking my nipples and letting out quick sighs of pleasure before typing again.

Now that’s the way to live a sensuous freelance erotica-writing life, wouldn’t you say?

I wonder how many erotica writers are touching themselves between sexy thoughts and pages, like I do.

xo,

Ru

Love Lactation Erotica? My Lactation Erotica stories can be found HERE.

Sore Breasts & Longing

As my womanly cycles spin slowly toward cleansing and renewal each month, the blue veins in my breasts become very prominent, the outer sides of each breast prickles with soreness and my nipples twinge and ache. I often massage my breasts during this time of deep soreness. I love to caress them while imagining that someday….please, please someday…this soreness will be an indication of my milk ducts filling and expanding, causing my nipples to turn dark and drip, drip, drip that sweet nectar I’ve been dreaming of sharing for years. 

So this breast soreness, when it comes on again — as it has again right now — also brings an incredible longing. I ache to relieve it through the sweet suckling pressure and pleasure of feeling my nipples tugged inside a man’s warm, wet mouth.

Have you ever suckled a woman’s soreness away? 

Would you like to? 

Ease mine with your comforting words, won’t you? 

xx

Ru

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