I am a simple girl with secret fetishes.. Fetishes that nobody but him know about.. Now he is married and settled down with his wife.. Yet i miss us. I am stuck.
In the 10th grade, i realized i really want a relationship where my partner will worship my boobs.. That he would want to suck them morning, evening, night. And that someday i may start lactating for him. I kept having this dream all the time.. That i am wearing a very alluring sheer white lingerie gown and my man is sitting on a sofa chair and I'm walking toward him.. I straddle his lap. His hands on cue move away the sheer fabric from my nipples.. Now barechested.. He buries his head in between.. And kisses me in the valley of my tits.. Softly.. Then he swirls his tongue around one of my taut peak and licks the tip..and takes my nipple into his mouth.. His hot amazing mouth..my nipple is pressed up against his pallette and he is suckling me in earnest.. I am moaning.. Watchin him and alternately throwing my head back just with the sensations.. I feel him growing hard.. And its made me wet.. A few minutes later he pauses and pops my nipple out..its glistening with his saliva in the low light of our apartment. My breasts are tingling.. He latches back on and pulls.. I hear his moans gettig louder and it feels like im flowing for him.. But how is that possible.. So i retract back and see a milk droplet on my tip.. My other tit has made a wet patch on mt gown. I can't believe my eyes.. Finally! And i hear him 'come here milky.. Feed me.. You are so sweet..warm soft vanilla sweet..hmm milk.. Milk just for me' i moan and whimper and pull him back to my leaking boob.. His suckles are louder now.. My other boob is also flowing now.. And my alarm rings..
I yearned for this all the time.. Every night.. I hugged my teddy between my breasts.. And touched myself beneath the covers..pulling on my nipples trying to imitate my imaginary lover's hungry mouth.
Then one day i gathered courage to express my desire on the Internet.. On one of the forums.. Anonymously.. I got many requests and replies.. But all of them came too strong.. Nobody thought of what i want in the way i want.. I needed a man who is subtle.. Who would not just need me sexually but emotionally too.. He would love me and we would have a bond that no other had.. I would be his solace anytime he would need..my breasts would give him peace.. Anytime he felt vulnerable..or anytime he didn't understand what to do in life..
And also i would be his wild milky goddess and he would wake up everyday to see tits leaking milk and yearing for him and only him.
Out of all those replies.. There was only a single person who asked about me.. As a person.. We became friends first.. Although this was a purely virtual relationship.. He became a part of me.. Forever.. We would wait for each other's texts.. Chat all night long.. We never did a video call for some reason.. I don't think either of us wanted to.. But we fell in love.. Deeply wity each other.. He was my man.. The man i yearned for.. And i was his milky goddess.. His princess his milkmaid..his wishes were like counterparts to mine.. He craved for this too. I waited each night for his text in my most sheer lingerie.. He named my boobs.. He was playful and would say 'oh baby.. I love you so much..'and i would imagine him kissing me frantically.. And then slowin down near my tits.. Softly caressing them.. Just the way i wanted.. Then he would command me' give me your milk'and my flood gates would gush open for him.. We would make love.. Wild raw sex.. All our juices flowing.. I would touch and squeeze my boobs for him and tell him what I'm doing.. He would tell me that he is so hard for me.. Every night.. All night.. He would tell me everything about himself.. And i would too.. We had our own small little world.. It was beautiful.. It was our escape from reality.. But my boobs ached for him in reality.. They needed him so badly.. Sometimes i would cry. His caresses the way he described them were beautiful.. I was his angel.. He often would say.. That he still doesn't believe he found me.. The woman of his dreams and yet sadly we can never ever become one. We ended our relationship just a week before he was supposed to marry. I didn't want to ruin his real life cause of some virtual relationship. I will miss him forever.
The day my milk comes in.. I will let out a drop in his name.. And i will imagine him waiting for his fill because he asked me to do this and think of him.
I don't know if i will ever meet him in my life. But i will never forget him and i just hope he is happy wherever he is.