When I need to let my little girl know what a gift she is, especially to me, I hug her close, letting her know how much mommy cares about her, softly caressing her. I undress both of us, then sit down on our leather couch and lay her across my lap, guiding my breast to her mouth. She might resist at first, but she’s soon latched on and suckling strongly. The closeness we feel now is incredible, so gentle, warm, and caring. As I get lost in the feelings her lips are drawing through my nipple, I begin to rock back and forth, accentuating the feeling of the plug she slid into my ass earlier in the day. Soon I slide my hand down to her sex, and caress her slowly, exploring all of her desires. There is no rush since this intimacy is about the journey, not the destination.
This post has a special meaning for me.