I have large breasts...I choose to think they are large because of sensuality, seductiveness, sexiness and a little extra which is expected at my age, although I've never really had any control over God's choices.
I'm especially sensitive tonight, bloated and excited, voluptuous and beaming, seductive and wanting to be seduced but disgusted at the subject because I am not comfortable in really wanting a man's touch but instead wanting his sensitivity, kindness and comfort. I am intensely seeking the company of a man – he is sought-after, needed, pleasing, attractive and wanting to cuddle with, be strong, and be my company. I will offer the soft touch of a woman to him when he needs it as I always do.
Sometimes, I hate being a woman. Once a month, I become someone I don't know. I become moody, which I'm normally not; thus, I become out-of-control a bit which I particularly hate. I am vulnerable which I hate more than any man knows; a time I usually chase him/them away as an Amazon women somewhat insensitive and dominating, which I am usually not.
I don't normally feel my breasts...it's a bit embarrassing to me, even alone with myself. But, I'm out of sync and wondering why I am having this burden on my shoulders, weighing me down, why my moods are imbalanced, why I can't concentrate on anything serious and giggling, to myself, at the irregularity I'm experiencing later in life, enhanced with maturity and knowledge, but, disillusioned at the imbalances with hormones exploding and exuding.
I have been drinking a little too much wine tonight to ease the uneasiness and anxiety that is in the air of my circle of life. I've always been very responsible but for some reason in the course of the last year, it's almost an emission and I almost enjoy just being silly, a dab irresponsible, unaccompanied tonight to be totally myself and my feelings. Although, I'm yearning for the companionship of a man, I am not without the knowing of the emotions that would be so appealing to me at this moment of a man being comforting, strong, wise and supportive.
But, at the moment I am alone to deal with these feelings myself; as we often do, as adults; and, earning a living, separate from our mates or significant others.
I massage the sides of my breasts. The caressing sets a mood of sensation and lust. It feels good, and I didn't realize I needed this pleasure and release of tension. I've had a busy week, fighting the hormones, fighting the moods, fighting the stress and anxiety. Can anyone out there in the masculine world understand what a woman needs at this time? Males and females collide for different reasons; perhaps, because of the chemistry of our bodies and minds being awkward to express to the opposite sex.
Maybe, there is not an answer. We do what we can for each other. If you, as a man, are just there with caressing and supportive moves, we will make it up to you later. Women are a race and gender to please and forget to be pleased at times. Many times, we are misunderstood or underestimated. I am writing to you because you are the best kind of man...one who TRIES to understand women as they try to understand and reward you. We tolerate each other's moods and tempers while we get to know each other day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year, decades by decades, till death does us part OR we give up.
So, tonight, I want you to comfort me. I want you to try to understand my agony a bit that I am sharing with you so intimately with you and you only because I think I have a connection with you.
My breasts are tender and I am vulnerable. I squeeze them towards each other but it is the nipples that are the most sensitive.
You appear in my dreams. You massage them and squeeze them rather intensely but tenderly easing my wanton lusts. This is exactly what I need tonight. I will satisfy you later, dear man, and tender subject as you share with me tonight sharing you tender and vulnerable emotions. I am your best friend, your lover and a woman knowing your desires.
As you massage my breasts, although I am not interested in sex I sit on the edge of the bed with my push up bra on and g-string panties. I am dressed in my seductive black lace baby doll lingerie that you love and bought for me.
You look down at me while I stand in front of you. You display in your eyes how gorgeous you think I am. You glance down at my voluptuous and gorgeous tits placed so amply in my lingerie bustier. You feel my nipples with the palms of your hands. I know you desire and long to satisfy me and taste my sweet pussy juices. You know I am wet without touching me and you smell my scent mixed with perfume and thirst for your. You can smell sweetness and bend down and kiss me on my soft tender lips, wanting to probe my mouth with your tongue. You love kissing me deeply and I love you doing that. After you've tasted my mouth you pour me a small glass of cognac to prepare me for what is about to be done to me, lovingly and longingly.
We both sip the cognac together. Our breaths are mixed with relaxation and the aroma of the cognac. You want me just relaxed enough to ease my shyness.
You love the image of my eyes stilted and lustful wanting what you will do next to me and with me.
