Forever Simply a Fantasy...? : I Adult Breastfeeding Story & Experience

P assion Stance I

Come my mother , my sister, my love, come feed from the fullness of my bosom. Come my niece, my aunt, come all and nurse my breast. Drink with me, drink your fill, drink from the wellspring of my passion. My darlings the essence of my breast are of the nectar of our Goddess Sappho that the ancient queens partook of so long ago. Come suckle from my overflowing nipples because I know your hunger is white hot as my milk is. Let me feel between your thighs as you suckle and nurse from my breast, let me feel the fever of your soft feminine loins. Fill your spirit with our love and let it be our song we shall sing to the heavens forever and ever. Goddesses all, we are the sisters of the truth, love and longing. We all are the daughters of our blessed Goddess, and we all have fed from her breast the joys and sufferings, passions and pains. Alas we find our breast filled with love, my dear ones suckle and feed our erotic desires. My sweet sister we both are wet, yes I do feel the wetness through our silken prisons. Feed, feed, feed, for we will give one another rest, rest in one another's gentle embrace.

Passion Stance II

As I sit here, I see my sisters, mothers, aunts, nieces, and the young and the mature, my robe falls open. Yes our daughters gaze upon our gentle hills and fertile valley. My daughters look upon me and I am not ashamed nor am I not afraid, for I have born the burden of my passion well. We live in society-stance our our collective knowing of our perfect bliss. We are motherlove all, we are the sisterhood of our legacy. Our Goddess Sappho has taught us well the lessons of the ancient ones, the queens, and the womyn of the Isle. My darling Hannah, I'm with you in spirit where ever you go, to the ends of the earth, to all points between high and low. Come my darling Hannah, come drink with me by the river of our lives. We sit by the river of the blessed, allowing the cool breezes flow through our long flowing hair, we are laid bare, not ashamed, for our fertile valleys and gentle hills are in full view, just like the mothers before us and mothers after we have ascended to our Goddess. As the breezes flow through the valley of lilies, and fields of lavender, my darling Hannah lies in my bosom of eternal peace and rest. As the drops become streams, then as the streams become a torrent, my Hannah has her fill. For my dear Hannah has became fat with our shared passion, and dream-sleeps with our shared love. Her young suppleness and her twin mounds shutter with every gentle touch, I do see the dew of her secret garden, her garden of life. Hannah my dear, let me feed in your garden, let me feed in your secret field of berries and let me drink of your cream. My daughter-love I do hear your coos, and I do feel your moaning, and this day our love will not go unanswered. As my daughter-love has her fill I do explore her secret place, I do feel her smooth belly, and I do cup her round womynly body as it lies in my bosom. Her thighs part as the seas did so long ago, and instead of dry land I find her wellspring full in the folds of her womyn-flesh. My digit finds her secret underneath the folds of her labia. Her vulva has not seen the serpent, her entrance has not seen the noon day sun, for her inner fold is still intact. She drinks still. The digits explore her young womynly vessel with wanton abandonment as her inner flesh begins to part, she pauses her feeding. With a nod of approval the digit travels where the serpent has not been and never will be. My Daughter-Love will join us on the Isles, and our home will be in her fertile valley. Our home will be by the river that runs white like the lily of the field, and flows into the sea of our golden dew. Alas I have conquered the desire of the serpent, the digit retreats only for a moment as her scent remains, then the digit returns. Motherlove she cries, oh Motherlove, please enter into my inner sanctum, Motherlove, come into my sanctuary and worship our Goddess with me! My Passion Filled Breast rose once again, and the digit with one gentle thrust unlocked the door to my daughter-love's inner sanctum. The girl I once knew is no more for it is the womyn I know now, her face shines brighter and her breast glows hotter than the noon day sun. No longer just my daughter-love now a sister, now my lover, her lips parted and we kissed passionately with every gentle thrust of the digit. Her flower turned from the pale white of the girl I once knew to a rose colored hew of my young womyn-love. My digit became two, then three, as her hips rose to meet every loving thrust as i came into her inner world to worship at our altar of our Goddess. I heard her cries of the sweetness and felt the sighs of relief and peace as my Hannah's fertile womb began to flow like a torrent. She was not visited by the serpent this day, the sixteenth anniversary of her birth, she was visited by all the womyn of the Isle as I felt their spirits flow through me into her feminine womb.