Breast Play and Female Orgasm!
The soft fabric of my favorite silk night suit caresses my skin as I lazily run my fingertips along the delicate black lace trim. A sigh escapes my lips as I move my fingers over my chest and trace intricate patterns absentmindedly. It elicits a tingling sensation spreading through my body like a wildfire. A playful smile tugs at the corners of my lips and I let my hands wander around my boobs, and then skimming over the curves of my breast. The softness of the boobs and curves of them, make me want to play more with them. They fit so perfectly in my hands as if they are two ripe fruits waiting to be plucked and eaten.
I continue to explore and my touch grows bolder, as I get my hand inside and my fingers tease the sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine.
A gasp escapes my lips as I apply a little more pressure on my boobs.
The sensations are phenomenal, and my breath quickens, and my heart races in anticipation. I lose myself in the moment, and my nipples harden. My senses heightened, and I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the sensation, letting my imagination run wild.
Every touch of my hand sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.
And suddenly I feel myself losing in the memories of my boyfriend. I can almost feel his warm breath against my skin, as if his lips trail a path of fire along my collarbone and then moving towards my boobs.
But oh! It’s just a thought.
But even when it’s just a thought, it ignites a fierce hunger inside me. I am lost in the sweet agony of the desire as I myself continue to tease and tantalize my boobs. My body arches with each touch and each pinch sends ripples of ecstasy. The pleasure radiates, and as I finally succumb to the delicious pleasure, soft moans escape my lips.
I am a goddess of desire right now, as I want nothing but touch right now.
I pull my shirt wide, and glances at my boobs.
And suddenly, the door creaks open.
Oops!
My boyfriend meets his eyes with me and glances at my little seductive action.
“Enjoying the view?” He asks, teasing me.
“Oh, you noticed, did you?” I ask, looking up, and smirks, while he grins.
“Hard not to when you’re putting on such a show.” He says and I playfully roll my eyes.
“Please, it’s not a show unless there’s an audience, and as far as I know, I was alone.” I say, and he leans in closer.
“Well, consider me front row center if you continue with it.” He teases, and I let out a loud laugh.
“You always try to win with your charm.” I say and he shrugs.
“Just stating the facts, babe.”
“And what exactly are the facts you’re stating?” I ask in return, tilting my head.
“That you’ve got some serious distractions going on.” He says with a smirk, and there is complete wetness going on down there.
“Distractions? You mean these innocent little things?” I say as I mock offense and gestures to my boobs.
“Innocent? Hardly. More like dangerously enticing.” He says with a flirtatious smirk, and I laugh.
“You are crazy.” I say, and he leans in closer, and whispers along with his warm breath hitting my ears.
“Only for you.” He replies.
“Nice one!” I say.
“You tried to recover smoothly, but you’re still not getting off that easily.” He says and I raise an eyebrow.
“Oh? And what’s the punishment for such crimes?” I ask, grinning mischievously.
“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He says chuckling.
“Looking forward to it,” I say, and he starts tracing his fingers along my jawline.
“Patience, darling. Good things come to those who wait.” He says and I lean into his touch.
“I’ve always been patient, especially for you.” I say playfully.
“Oh, please. You’re about as patient as a kid in a candy store.” He says and I mock offense.
“Hey now, I can be patient when it counts.”
“Is that so?” He asks.
“Yes,” I reply.
“We’ll see about that.” He says as he leans in even closer to me.
“So, what’s my reward if I am patient?” I ask and he grins, running fingers through his hair.
“Oh, I think we can come up with something suitably rewarding for both of us.” He says and I raise my eyebrow.
“I’m intrigued… yet patient.” I say and he leans in, as his lips brushing against my ear, and his perfume of fresh rain, hits my nostrils.
“Let’s just say it involves a lot less talking and a lot more… *action*.” He says and I immediately know what he is referring to, and a slight shiver goes down my body at such close proximity.
“I like the sound of that.” I managed to reply, and he pulled back with a playful glint in his eyes.
“You’re in for a wild ride, my dear.” He says, leaning in, and capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. He is devouring me completely, and it’s getting impossible to resist now.
“Bring it on.” I say and he laughs against his lips.
“Oh, I intend to.” He says trailing his hands down my breasts.
I smile looking up at him and my heart flutters in my chest. It’s as if it would jump out any second, and that’s only because of his sight in front of me. He has a mischievous grin on his face which is his usual and I have come to love that.
His smirk always promises adventure and excitement, and I am down for it any day, any minute, any second.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask, as if I am unaware of what he is going to do.
He settles in beside me, and his hands find mine with our fingers entwined together. His one hand is still there on my boobs and I can feel the warmth of the touch seeping into the flesh of my skin. It ignites a fire that is burning brighter with every passing moment, and every passing stroke of his hand on my boobs.
“Oh, you know… Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.” He replies casually, and his gaze drifts from my face to my chest real quick and my heart stops beating.
All the blood is rushing towards my boobs, and not my heart. A light blush creeps up my cheeks on his words. The intensity of his gaze makes me feel like I am the most cherished woman in the world right now.
“You’re too sweet,” I murmur, unable to tear my eyes away from his.
“Not more than you, sweetheart.” He says and without a single warning, he leans in even more closer. My lips brush against his, and a tender kiss takes over, with his tongue swirling inside my mouth. His kiss is stealing my breath away from my lungs, and I melt into his arms at that moment.
I savor the warmth of his lips against mine, and the electric spark ignites between us with every touch of his hand on my boobs.
His hand is wandering all over my chest and trailing to the sides, until it comes to rest on the curve of my hips. A soft gasp escapes my lips as his touch sends goosebumps all across my body, and my body arches instinctively towards him.
He breaks the kiss, but his eyes are dark with desire.
“You’re so beautiful. I can’t resist you.” He says and even before I can respond, his hand moves lower down and traces every curve of my body from inside the fabric of my shirt.
My breath catches in my throat as he teases and tantalizes, and I close my eyes to just feel his sensations. His touch is now becoming more insistent, and he is leaving me dizzy with desire. Each caress, and each touch is a reminder of love he brings and I cling to him desperately.
I am losing myself to the throws of passion and he continues to worship me with his hands. At that moment, I felt nothing but him, and now in this moment, I want him to rip apart my clothes and get inside and cover the full area.
He is tracing patterns over the fabric of my shirt and I can feel the tension building between us. I am consumed by the overwhelming need for more and more.
I am unable to resist any longer, as I reach for him and my fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt. I eagerly want to feel his skin against mine and with every button I undone, my anticipation grows, and his shirt finally falls away, revealing a smooth chest beneath. I run my hands over his skin and I trace the contours of his skin, and muscles with desire. His breath is coming in ragged gasps as he leans in closer, and gives a trail of fire kisses along my neck.
But then his hands slide lower and trace the outline of my bra before he deftly unclasps it with his one hand action. It’s as if he has a practiced ease. Soon enough every fabric on my body falls, leaving me behind naked and exposed before him.
His hands then linger on my bare skin, and commit to the contours of my boobs, as his palms slide towards each side of my body on my boobs and his thumb pressing against my nipple and rubbing it aggressively.
He takes my breath away, and pleasure courses in my body, as I feel the fabric of my clothes pooling at my feet. I am in his arms while he continues to rub his thumb on my nipples.
But I want more and more…
With trembling hands, I reach for him, my fingers tracing the outline of his jeans before undoing the button and zipper, and he lets out a soft groan. He helps me remove his jeans, and my eyes never leave his, creating butterflies in my stomach. I am stripped bare in front of him creating flames of passion.
Our bodies meld together, and my pussy is wet with desire even when he has practically done nothing. He was just playing with my boobs as if he was trying to throw them in the basket like balls, and it has turned me on like crazy.
But just when I think I can’t take any more, he pulls away, and leaves me there naked.
What is he trying to do? I ask myself, and within moments he returns with a mischievous glint in his eyes with a box.
Curiosity dances in my veins as I watch him groggily, and my heart races.
What is he planning?
I wonder, my breath catching in my throat as he has an ice cube clutched between his fingers.
“Ready for a little adventure?” he murmurs, his voice a sultry whisper that is enough to shake my senses.
With a nod, I swallow hard, my pulse quickening in wonder of what’s to come. I watch with bated breath as he brings the ice cube closer, the cold surface hovering just above the curve of my breast.
Goosebumps take over, and a gasp escapes my lips when the ice makes contact with my skin. It sends a jolt of electricity, and my skin erupts in volume as the contrasting sensation of his warm hands on my clitoris and the cold sensation of ice collide on the flesh of my skin.
The ice cube leaves a trail of fire in its wake but he doesn’t stop there.
With a wicked grin, he trails the ice cube lower, tracing a path of icy kisses along the curve of my hip, the sensitive skin erupting in goosebumps at his touch. I shiver with pleasure as he continues his exploration of my boobs along with the ice cubes.
His touch is so fantastic that it leaves me breathless and wanting more.
I pull him closer, desperate for the heat of his body against mine and with a low growl, he responds in one of a kind way as the ice cube tucks on my boobs and between his chest, and he tickles my clitoris with his dick.
My nipples are red from the heat that this ice is creating, and a sensation surges within me raising my heartbeat.
With just his fingertips, he has managed to salvage everything.
It’s no mere coincidence that as he teases and pinches, my body responds with a primal desire of longing. It’s all connected with a nexus of nerve endings that leads to the pathways of desire and orgasm.
It’s fascinating, isn’t it? How does the mere act of touching my nipples set off a chain reaction in my brain, mirroring the arousal sparked by more conventional zones like teasing the clitoris?
And as one study suggests, it’s not just physical arousal at play here. There’s a mental aspect too.
There is a significant connection between nipple stimulation and orgasm.
So yes, while it may sound simple, there’s a complexity to this whole process of playing with breasts.
You know, it’s funny how we sometimes overlook the simple pleasures in the pursuit of something bigger, something more climactic, and that’s what has happened to breast play in all these years.
Couples take it as just means of an ‘orgasm’ and part of ‘foreplay’ but it’s even more than that.
For girls, it may be enough to take them to the end of their desire.
As Tom Davies puts it, breast play often gets sidelined in the heat of the moment, overshadowed by the grand finale we’re all so fixated on; reaching the elusive orgasm.
The point is, though, that breast play is more than just a set-up for the main act. It’s a trip of discovery and joy unto itself, an adventure deserving of its own limelight.
You see, for many of the girls out there, the path to orgasm isn’t always paved with the traditional markers of sex. Sometimes, it’s the journey itself that holds the magic, the twists and turns of sensation that lead us to the maximum of our orgasm.
And that’s where breast play comes in.
It is like to unearthing a concealed treasure of joy, concealed in obvious view.
With each touch, it awakens desires I never knew I had.
You know, it’s a common misconception that penetrative sex is the be-all and end-all of pleasure for women. But the truth is, only a fraction of us – about 18.4 percent – can actually reach orgasm from intercourse alone. For most of us, the real magic happens with hand and oral play – the very things often dismissed as mere “foreplay.”
It’s time to shift the spotlight and make these types of sex the main event.
Breast play deserves to be front and center too. Surprisingly, there’s a glaring lack of research into the role of breasts in sexual desire. But what we do know suggests that women crave it just as much as our partners do. In fact, a study from 2006 found that a whopping 81.5 percent of women surveyed experienced heightened arousal from breast play and nipple stimulation.
We want our partners to get in on the action more often, and who can blame us?
But here’s the kicker: chest and nipple play isn’t just for people with vulvas and vaginas. Jess Wilde points out that penis owners are missing out if they overlook this pleasure zone. It’s not a myth – many people with penises find chest and nipple play incredibly enjoyable.
And let’s face it, most of us have two nipples just waiting to be explored, right there on the front of our bodies. They’re like built-in pleasure buttons, easy to access during solo or couple playtime.
So why not make the most of them?
The bottom line is that if you’re not giving breasts and chests the attention they deserve in the bedroom, you’re missing out on a world of pleasure. Just like our genitals, our chest area is packed with nerve endings, making it possible for some of us to experience mind-blowing pleasure through nipple stimulation.
Think for a moment about the overlooked pleasures that are within our reach. Allow breast play to become an exciting part of your desired narration rather than merely an incidental feature, happening as part of your penetrative sex. After all, sometimes the greatest pleasures are found in the simplest of acts, waiting to be rediscovered with each tender touch and whispered sigh.
So next time you’re getting down and dirty, don’t forget to show those breasts some love. Who knows?
You might just discover a whole new level of pleasure waiting to be unleashed.
“Wow, babe, that was amazing! You really outdid yourself tonight.” I say, appreciating him.
“Thanks, sweetheart. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Oh, definitely! I loved that ice cube trick you pulled during breast play? Genius move, by the way. It gave me goosebumps all over my body in the best of ways.”
“Ha, thanks! I figured we could spice things up a bit, you know? And judging by your reaction down there, I’d say it worked like a charm.” He teases me.
“Oh, absolutely! I mean, I couldn’t believe how quickly things heated up once that ice cube came into play. It was like a whole new level of sensation.” I say.
“Well, I aim to please, darling. And speaking of spicing things up, I couldn’t help but notice how… enthusiastic your body’s response was.” He says, mocking a cough.
“Huh.” I mock offense.
“Yeah, let’s just say the ice cube wasn’t the only thing melting tonight. But it’s not like I am complaining.” He says and I bury my head in his chest.
“Oho! Someone is already shying away. But, get ready, because I’ve got some ideas for our next adventure.” He says.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“How about we up the ante with some nipple clamps? I’ve heard they can take things to a whole new level, but only if you are in for it.” He asks.
“Sounds intriguing. And I’m definitely in the game for it.” I say as I look forward to the next adventure with my boobs being the main attraction.
