Jun 21, 2007

Mammary Memories

It's easy to blame your parents for every little neurotic bit of your behavior. Believe me, I've tried. I've often wondered if my upbringing has anything to do with the way my brain is hardwired, especially when it comes to D/s.

One area that always puzzles me is my love of breasts as a kid. It's not that I don't like breasts now. I'm not not as obsessed with them now as I was before. As a youngster, they were the most obvious sexual bits of a woman. When I had fantasies they always were "waist up/neck down"-inspired. And, usually, they involved lactation. That a body part could provide both satisfaction (for her) and nourishment (for me); it was a dream come true. Was this all because I wasn't breast fed?

I've never been into the idea of "infantilism" but I do remember fantasizing about being a baby and feeding from various women. I think there was a character named "Diaper Man" in a Ralph Bakshi cartoon, "Mighy Heroes," that seemed to intrigue me.

It wasn't until years later that I realized that women had any other "fun bits" to play with. What? A vagina? How could this be?

I wouldn't say that lactation is a fetish of mine, but it's definitely something that I'm interested in. Add to that that I've always been interested in "age play" and a "mommy scenario" seems like the next logical choice.

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