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Women Only
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Lesbian Female / 38
Walking With Women Now
When I worked for La Leche League I mostly worked with young expectant mothers to be. Part of our mission was to educate and guide these women to breast feed. After several years I had become fixated on women and their breasts. I was fixated on my own breasts, but I had nothing to show for it.
One night at a dinner for a friend I spoke with a young single girl about breast feeding. She smiled a little and told me girls like her didn't think of breast feeding, they didn't think of having children. Why NOT? Because, she said she didn't sleep with men. Why NOT? I could not understand her.
I tried for months to convince her to change her ways. I put babies in her arms, sit with a breast feeding woman. Nothing seemed to sway her. She insisted on loving me, another woman, a lay woman of the church. Time passed, year in year out. Still she did not change, her love for me only grew stronger.
One night, I fell to my knees. Why? I asked, do I love her?
Her breasts in my hands, her breasts against mine, breasts that never served a purpose. I had to convince her. It came to me in the middle of the night as she slept. We would use our bodies for what they were meant to be. With a little work I found a man who would bring his g*ft to the party. In time we both walked the path of other mothers. When we too were mothers, we gave our breasts to our first born sons.
There is no more beautiful thing on the face of this earth than a nursing mother.
One night at a dinner for a friend I spoke with a young single girl about breast feeding. She smiled a little and told me girls like her didn't think of breast feeding, they didn't think of having children. Why NOT? Because, she said she didn't sleep with men. Why NOT? I could not understand her.
I tried for months to convince her to change her ways. I put babies in her arms, sit with a breast feeding woman. Nothing seemed to sway her. She insisted on loving me, another woman, a lay woman of the church. Time passed, year in year out. Still she did not change, her love for me only grew stronger.
One night, I fell to my knees. Why? I asked, do I love her?
Her breasts in my hands, her breasts against mine, breasts that never served a purpose. I had to convince her. It came to me in the middle of the night as she slept. We would use our bodies for what they were meant to be. With a little work I found a man who would bring his g*ft to the party. In time we both walked the path of other mothers. When we too were mothers, we gave our breasts to our first born sons.
There is no more beautiful thing on the face of this earth than a nursing mother.
