**Searching To Reclaim The Passion Of A Lost Love**
Being accepted into art school was a dream come true for Alicia yet in many ways it filled her with as much apprehension as it did joy. Throughout her entire youth she had been plagued by issues of anxiety and depression, and while she had dealt greatly with them over the years vestiges still remained. While becoming a professional artist was something she had always dreamed of and knew getting into that college would be a phenomenal next step in her development the thought of being in a crowded competitive studio environment brought up all her old fears again. To help ease her into things long before her actual classes at the college began Alicia enrolled in a small private life drawing course. And it was there that she ended up meeting… her.
She was one of the models for the life drawing sessions. Despite the fact that she was then more than twice her age – Alicia having just turned nineteen – she thought she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She had a loving gentleness that was writ upon every inch of her body, and being the life model ‘every inch of her body’ was exactly what Alicia saw from the first day they met. She also happened to have the largest breasts she had ever seen.
Alicia had never had a particular interests in breasts. That is to say no more so than anyone else. Thinking back on this years later she came to believe it was because of her own rather substantial endowment. Even at the age she was then Alicia had a bust that was significantly larger than any of her peers, and indeed that of many of the older women whom she knew. In truth their size had contributed to her body image issues, which again likely pushed them further from associations of beauty in her mind. The model however had an endowment which dwarfed Alicia’s to an extent that was bordering on the absurd. Perhaps it was the absolute confidence with which she carried herself, or the fact that she had never beheld anything else like them, or perhaps it was simply because they were a part of her, but from that first moment Alicia was as captivated by her body as she was by the woman herself.
They spoke after classes. A fast friendship developed. That friendship, despite the wide gap in their ages, quickly turned romantic. The romance was as intense and passionate as it was fleeting. Both knew, for all the obvious reasons, that it would never last. Yet for Alicia it was her first true love and left an indelible mark upon her mind and heart.
That was many years ago. Alicia has grown and matured as a woman in many ways. That first relationship though was a formative experience for her. From the model she had learned to love and accept herself in ways her emotionally fraught adolescent mind never thought possible. Yet that was not the only mark the relationship had left upon Alicia’s mind. Ever since that first love she found herself invariably attracted to women with only the most extraordinary of endowments.
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In broad strokes I’m thinking this story will likely center around Alicia’s searching for a way to reclaim not only the passion but depth of meaning of that first relationship. Which, naturally, in her mind has become inexorably linked to exceptional endowments and nursing. Although if you have other ideas of how this could play out, places this set up could go, I am more than open to hearing them. As I said crafting all of these details with my partner is what I love most, so, please if inspiration strikes don’t be afraid to share.
**A World of Passion and Intimate, Meaningful Bonding**
Admittedly this is much more an idea for a setting than a complete story.
I am sad to say it took the better portion of my life for me to come to terms with this side of myself. Society has such rigidly defined rules and norms for what is considered “normal” when it come to intimate matters that it took years for me to even admit to myself that I had this interest and even longer that I felt ashamed of it once I made that admission. In fact if it weren’t for places like this online I wouldn’t have an opportunity to discuss this at all. At least now without some fairly harsh judgements.
Namely, I have a deep passion and longing for breastfeeding. Both to drink from another woman’s breasts and to offer her my own. I dream about this all the time. I desire it even more than making love. In many ways I feel like nursing one another is a more intimate and sensual bonding experience than making love is. And I can’t tell you how much it pains me that society considers something so deeply romantic, meaningful, and beautiful to be at best ‘weird,’ a subject of ridicule, or worst of all disgust.
So, what I am envisioning and would like to explore with you is a world where this isn’t the case. A culture where breastfeeding is considered as normal and common as any other form of physical intimacy that we take for granted. In fact… if you don’t mind me getting a bit carried away, I love the thought of this being a very breast oriented culture in general. Breastfeeding being the highest form of intimacy; all concepts of beauty being centered around large breasts; all the way down to how a woman presents herself (and them) relating to social situations, etc. In a sense breasts would be treated both more casually and with higher reverence, if that makes sense.
A woman’s breasts could work as a social signifier. A large breasted woman would be afforded more respect if not actual power/influence. Sort of the way wealth works now: it doesn’t actually mean anything if you think about it philosophically yet has a huge role in how we treat and perceive one another. Some examples may be in a business setting for instance. In a meeting a particularly large woman would wear something lower cut in a sort of display of dominance.
I understand how very obviously objectifying all of this may sound but please understand that overall I want this story to be playful, romantic, deeply intimate and emotional. I don’t want breasts treated as mere sexual objects. I want them treated with solemnity.
This could be our own modern society with this one change, a historic setting, or even an invented fantasy world where this is the basis fo their culture. Their are any number of possibilities to be explored. Similarly whom our characters are, how they know or come to know one another, and so on can be almost anything. I don’t mean to leave this so vague but part of what I love most about roleplaying is crafting worlds and characters together with my partner.
If any of this interests you I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ib6lm0/f4f_two_ideas_connected_by_a_theme